Sometimes being a bookkeeper is awesome, while really wanting to read something the urge to write pushes me. The problem is what the fuck am I supposed to write about? I start with the title for this post, reach the full stop and the devil and his bastard spawn walk into the store…
Eagerly awaiting the end of the day to meet a friend and get really wasted yesterday evening, another friend mentions over evening cuppa that the bars will be closed, why? Because of elections, yes its that time again where we get to use our right to vote, the only thing on my mind was I wanted to drink and could not.
We have gotten some feed back that we curse too much. This post (past this intro paragraph) is not going to have a single curse word, but first – fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck, fuckin fuck fuck, fuuuuuck. Thats it, now on to the post.
A part of our function of running a second hand bookstore is well, buying pre-loved books, if the quantity/description of the books is appealing, we make a house call. Here are two interactions with the people at home selling.
You might want to read this.
Originally posted on honeythatsok:
The fall down the rabbit hole is a long one – and often very painful. Once you start to deconstruct reality around you, you tend to alienate a lot of people. They are perfectly adjusted and don’t need your philosophical musings, thank you very much.
Vote with your dollars is something you will hear well-meaning sustainability-leaning people say a lot. I used to. I still do, to an extent, but it took a long time to realize just how difficult that is.
The idea behind voting with your dollars is to put your money where your values lie. If you are against animal testing on cosmetics, you make sure to only buy cosmetics that are not tested on animals. Easy, right? Not so fast. Did you know that The Body Shop (the most famous worldwide company for natural and ethically produced beauty products) is owned by L’oreal? I didn’t, and…
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