I went to pick up lunch while I was at work today, and considering that this restaurant is one of the VERY few restaurants in the VERY small town that I live in, everyone knows everyone. I walked up to the register to get my order and pay…

And guess what happened next?

Waitress: Hi, Holly! *pauses* Oh, wait. You’re not Holly, you’re Chelsea.

Me: *opens mouth to speak but it is cut off by another waitress yelling across the restaurant*

Yelling waitress: No, that one is Holly!

Waitress: I’m sorry. I can’t tell you two apart from one another.

And then came the most warn out comment that Chelsea and I receive…

Waitress: You both should wear nametags. You won’t get mixed up that way.

Nametags? Out in public? Because that’s practical, right? As long as Chelsea and I don’t mix ourselves up, I think we’re all set.

I went to pick up lunch while I was at work today, and considering that this restaurant is one of the VERY few restaurants in the VERY small town that I live in, everyone knows everyone. I walked up to the register to get my order and pay…

And guess what happened next?

Waitress: Hi, Holly! *pauses* Oh, wait. You’re not Holly, you’re Chelsea.

Me: *opens mouth to speak but it is cut off by another waitress yelling across the restaurant*

Yelling waitress: No, that one is Holly!

Waitress: I’m sorry. I can’t tell you two apart from one another.

And then came the most warn out comment that Chelsea and I receive…

Waitress: You both should wear nametags. You won’t get mixed up that way.

Nametags? Out in public? Because that’s practical, right? As long as Chelsea and I don’t mix ourselves up, I think we’re all set.

And I just don’t understand why nothing happened… I thought balloons were going emerge from strange hiding places. I thought it was going to rain confetti. And I also thought that a marching band was going to parade through my whole house. But nothing happened!

Wow, so much for getting older. To the person who said aging was a good thing: you’re obviously the same person who DID get balloons, confetti, and marching bands on your birthday.

Not, but seriously, I feel old. I shouldn’t, but I do.

artsylessfartsy asked: Cain destroyed him and the way he got up after the fight was over was even better

He totally did! I have to give Antonio credit, though, he tried to tough that fight out, he was refusing to give up. But c’mon, the blood was literally blocking his vision! Great fight!

Please tell me that someone else saw the live UFC fights tonight on Pay-Per-View?! Antonio Silva… the blood that was shed from his face… IT LOOKED LIKE A SCENE FROM DEXTER.

Best fight in a long time!

im-living-the-fangirl-thuglife asked: forever in michigan. ):

Michigan! *Le sigh* Why hasn’t teleportation happened yet? Science get your shit together!

And nope… I’m NOT there…

Just sitting here in Michigan, Tumblr-hunting MCR, my only company being my little bag of cereal, and I’m living my life like…

WHY CAN’T I BE IN NEW JERSEY?! Why do I have to be an adult, with responsibilities and a job, WHY?!

Me: “Cereal. You want a bag? I carry cereal on me at all times in my purse. You never know when you’ll need a fix.”

Friend: “But where’s the milk? You can’t put milk in that sandwich bag…”

Me: “This is snack cereal, duh. You’re referring to breakfast cereal.”

Friend: “I don’t get it, what’s the difference?”

Me: *rolls eyes* “Snack cereal is eaten dry, out of a bag, or even a bowl if you prefer to eat classy. Snack cereal requires no spoon, nor milk. Breakfast cereal is eaten in a bowl, with milk, and a large spoon. See? Huge difference.”

Friend: “Well, then what’s dinner cereal?”

Me: “Dinner cereal is when you eat it straight from the box, on the couch, in front of your favorite television show… do you know nothing about the art of eating cereal properly?”

Oh, sure! Let me just purchase a roundtrip flight ticket to New Jersey for May 19th, stay only God knows where, most likely a seedy motel because let’s face it: that’s about all my broke-ass can afford, attend the Bamboozle show that My Chemical Romance is performing at, have the time of my life, and then come home like lah-dee-freakin’-dah, ain’t no sweat off my back…

Ah, to fantasize. What a wonderful thing…

Ugh. New Jersey, and to anyone who WILL be able to attend this show, unlike myself: please, please, please have a blast! I would absolutely be there in a heartbeat if it was at all possible. But alas, it’s not. I will just settle for watching LOTMS and TBPID on my flat screen in hopes that it will recreate the same awesome feeling that one gets when seeing this band perform live. (But c’mon, nothing could ever compare to actually seeing them live! Therefore Hollyisforeversadface.)

I won’t be able to see them, but other fans will: it’s bittersweet.

- Invisible Monsters, by Chuck Palahniuk.