bizarroland

I do, but it’s literally just like a pit for songs that I recorded with my cell phone. Me playing that nobody wants to listen to. I think I have four views that I didn’t put in myself over the last five years.

Still thinking about those beans.

The dumbest injury I ever had was, when I was like two or three years old, I jumped off of a chifferobe with a blue towel wrapped around my neck, thinking I could fly, and landed headfirst on an iron bed post.

Apparently I blacked out, and I walked up to my mom with the towel on my forehead, telling her I didn’t feel good, and she went to take a look, and I pulled the towel away for her to see my entire face and body covered in blood.

That was the moment that inspired her to become a nurse.

My next actual memory after jumping off of the chifferobe was waking up in an ER and hearing a woman giving birth in the room behind me.

Probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to do something along the lines of stating upfront that “if anyone in the company does anything to offend you, please report it to the appropriate channels. You’ll have our full support. We’re here to get work done, not to make people feel bad”

You’re not likely going to say by accident something they haven’t heard before, or to offend them in a new and novel way, But establishing and occasionally reinforcing the fact that they don’t have to tolerate it, that putting up with abuse is not part of their job, and that they have the boss’s backing at the same level of the non-LGBTQ employees should they find themselves being abused or offended, would probably go a decent way in minimizing the risk of something actually bad happening.

Delores O’Riorden.

Watching her dance under a waterfall covered in gold paint for the music video for Zombie really did it for child me apparently.