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More killer george au

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i am so fond of him

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the grid in order of who would respond best to a firm brushing

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So the next guy, our last guy, is a local — — Local hero!  Floridian — — and a hero!  — and a genuine hero.  I mean yes, he just got back from F1, he did some time [inaudible], but beyond that, you know, this is the last American to win an international karting championship since Lake Speed in the sixties.  Way back, yeah. I mean, he was, what, winning in [inaudible]? I remember — I’m gonna date myself here for sure — but I used to manage a go kart track in North Palm Beach county in 2005 and he was there as a kid with his brother, running around. And they were fast then. He’s always been quick. Uhm, you know, Formula One’s a tough crowd out there. I think he did a great job representing, I have nothing but respect for this guy. And I’ve noticed that he’s gotten into these GT cars and he’s been quick in the GT cars! Yeah, and — it was really tough. One, he goes to F1. As you said, it’s just a —it’s a crazy atmosphere. Two, the Williams is not exactly…  It’s the worst car in the field! Yeah. And so you’re trying to figure out how to drive that, and everything. Uhm, but I think, you know, he had his rough moments but he also had a few where you can — he — he shone. He’s one of the twenty best drivers in the world. Yeah. Yeah. And remember that. That’s a — that’s a phenomenal achievement.

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charles leclerc to be the next pope

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they invented a new low just for me

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Reminder to never have a sports dude as your special interest bcs you WILL crash out every time something even remotely bad happens to them

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it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done

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ph danny kasirye, 2025

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the cd dilemma.

description: working behind the counter at a record store tends to be boring, but your boredom disappeared when andrew walked in.

a/n: this is from my very inactive blog ( @waldenpond ) and i decided to just copy paste it from there to here because why not

If you walk down the street from the Shaffer Conservatory and turn the corner near a bustling coffee shop, there’s an old record store that you’ll either see on the first glance or just walk past it like most people.

Record stores were not that uncommon in New York City—you could easily walk a few blocks and find some shop that catered to your needs. Some stores were over the top, extravagant, and bright to bring in more customers while others were small, kept to themselves, and had regulars coming in and out their doors. There were apparently many layers to owning a business that most people owned too.

The store you worked at was small and quaint. Nothing really happened there and you basically sat behind the counter, either staring out the window or counting down the hours until it’s the end of your shift. You couldn’t really ask for a better job- plus the owner was really sweet. She prided herself on selling and opening the door to new genres for her customers, treating them like family members rather than customers.

Today was the same as yesterday and the day before that you felt like you were in purgatory—or a time loop—being forced to relive the same day over and over again. I mean, it wasn’t that bad, the shift just felt monotonous in a way. You'd look up every once in a while to see if someone entered the store and you'd go back to scrolling on your phone when you saw no one. It was two pm on a Tuesday, who was going to wander into a record store?

Some deity above must have read your mind and you cursed at yourself for speaking—well, in this case, thinking—it into existence because some random hand—with multiple band-aids wrapped around the fingers—knocked on the counter, making you snap out of the trance that Candy Crush got you sucked in.

“Yeah?” You questioned, looking up to see the guy who seemed to be around your age- and you recognized him as the guy your co-worker was complaining about last week. You gave him a faint smile, turning your phone off and laced your fingers together as you waited for him to continue the conversation. According to your co-worker, the guy was a hard-ass, but you shrugged it off because it was New York. At least half of the people you saw on a daily basis were hard-asses.

“Do you have any Buddy Rich CDs in stock?” Andrew asked, staring at you wide eyed as he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets. You grabbed the clipboard from under the counter, eyes scanning the shipment dates and what was in stock. Today may have been his lucky day because the CDs were in stock and you pointed to an aisle that was near a corner. “Yeah, they’re in that aisle over there.”

Andrew nodded and made his way to the aisle, accidentally bumping into a cardboard cutout of some musician you didn’t know. You tried to stifle a laugh at that and you almost succeeded, but it was like the guy had super sonic hearing or something and he turned his head back at you. You flashed him a grin and a small wave of your hand that he replied with a scowl, grabbing two CDs from the shelf to compare the two. You stared at him for a few minutes, somehow being mesmerized at how he grumbled at the two CDs.

“Which one do you think is good?” Andrew shouted from across the room, holding up the CDs. You raised an eyebrow at his sudden question, squinting to see what he was holding up. You waved him back to the counter when the squinting didn’t work.

“I mean, you seem to know a lot more about the guy than I do,” You quipped, picking up a CD. Andrew looked at you expectedly, fidgeting with his fingers slightly. “Yeah, but I can’t decide. They both have their own pros and cons-” You listened on intently as he went on a long spiel that ended right back where the two of you started: unable to decide on a damn CD.

“Why not get them both?”

“I only have money for one.”

“Fair enough,” you shrugged, stacking the cases together.

You watched him stare down the CDs, almost audibly hearing the sound of gears turning in his head as he mulled over them. You yawned, blinking slowly and seeing Andrew’s eyes on you. “What?”

“Glad to know my problem’s boring you,” owch, biting sarcasm.

You let out a snort, shaking your head. “Look, man,” you started. “Just buy one and if you don’t like it, return it and I’ll give you a refund.”

“What if I do like it?”

“Then don’t… return it?”

Andrew thought about it for a moment before he nodded, pushing one of the jewel cases towards you. Great, he finally decided on one. Plus if he didn’t like it, you get to see the guy again. A win all around. You rang him up and he handed you a few crumpled up bills.

“Andrew,” he stated after you handed him the CD, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. “My name. It’s Andrew.”

“Oh cool,” you replied, giving him your name and pointed to the name tag on your shirt as you did. You listened as he repeated your name back to you, almost like he was committing it to memory. He wasn’t that much of a hard-ass like your co-worker had described him to be. He was interesting, to say the least.

“I’ll, uh, give this a listen,” Andrew held up his newly purchased CD and you gave him a thumbs up. You watched him through the store’s window as he walked out the door, pushing past strangers on the sidewalk.

You shook your head in amusement, going back to Candy Crush. He’ll be back—either to buy another CD or to get a refund, who knows? You hoped to see him again. Maybe you will, or was that just wishful thinking?

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forgot how much i love writing and how insane i can be

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one time back in march i crashed out over a girl so bad that i started crying myself to sleep every night

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love you 5'11 men :3

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