My Myers-Briggs is tfti

At that stage of life where I got challenged by 15 year olds to play in a game with them. Went 3-4 with 5 rbi and then proceeded to pull my hamstring scoring on a pass ball… I now have to use the hand rail to get get up the staircase in my house…

There is really nothing like listening to baseball on the radio

There’s always one dance that is Goo Goo Dolls “Iris” I don’t make the rules I’m just a victim of them

1 hour into my purgatorio and I’ve had to deal with a firewall that blocks Spotify but allows YouTube, getting in trouble for playing the smiths “how soon is now,” dance directors saving sound files as .doc, sending locked files that I don’t have permission to open…

Houston mom living outside of the beltway: “ I’m so glad we don’t live in one of those liberal hell holes.” Me: *almost hits someone in sliver pants wielding a cavalry sword and scabbard* “I never would have seen something like this in Bay Ridge…” #htown

I think I’m going to just start playing Mr Bungle exclusively in between dances to ruin everyone’s day

On top of that the money went to pay off my HOA fees on a house I’ve yet to live in… blah blah blah (continues to complain about about everything under the sun)

I’ve got to say getting paid in advance 2 weeks ago due to a glitch in the payroll system was pretty cool … I now have no motivation to be here.

Is it on your splugggeeee playlist?

Someone help blow up @TheForbearant so that I don’t have to sound engineer dance contests anymore…

Lmao someone played the fray’s “how to save a life.” I honestly haven’t though about that song in 15 years.

Crisis averted! thank you @spotify for saving my skin yet again…

One of the directors at this dance contest asked me turn up the music cause it was “kind of quiet.” Ma’am you music is sitting at 86 db and peaking at 93db… My band could only dream of getting to play that loud