"Shut the fuck up, already."

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-UPDATE-

Guess what, everyone? The universe must read my blog because I got a job! Actually, two jobs! And not entirely unpleasant jobs, at that! I now work at both the gift shop and the cafe of the local botanical gardens! I'm surrounded by beautiful flora and delicious baked goods all fucking day!

This is all proof that if you bitch about something long enough, the world will say ShutTheFuckUp already and will give you whatever you want.

Since this is a short post, I will include an anecdote of an adorable experience I had working at the gift shop:

The other day a little boy around the age of six came into the store with a crumpled five dollar bill. His mom said he was allowed to pick one toy in the store.

After careful deliberation, he picked up a toy lizard, reached up and placed it on my counter, pushing the wrinkled bill towards me shyly.

"Thank you," I say to him with a smile, "Would you like a receipt?"

He shook his head and said no, taking his lizard from me.

On his way out the door, he looked up at his mom and asked, "Mom, do you know why I didn't want a receipt?"

"No," she replied, "Why?"

With a serious look, the boy answered firmly, "Because I love lizards so much."

I can only hope to one day understand the kind of love that doesn't require a receipt.