One Person At Work Likes To Go Into The Bathrooms And Switch The Toilet Paper The Wrong Way And I Dont

One person at work likes to go into the bathrooms and switch the toilet paper the wrong way and I don’t know who they are. All I know is they’re the bane of my existence and my sworn enemy.

I just want to remind everyone how affordable buying food from indigenous tribes is. I live in a major city and I was able to purchase and ship (15) pounds of fish from back home to myself for cheaper than I could buy it from a grocery store here in the city. Yeah, shipping has its own environmental factors but I was able to support an indigenous owned business while also getting my groceries at a lesser cost. (Buying in bulk is always a good idea if you’re planning on having something shipped to you)

Some tribal owned grocers that ship:

Bow and Arrow (Ute Mountain)

Native Harvest (White Earth)

Red Lake Fishery (Red Lake)

Wozupi (Mdewakanton Dakota)

Ramona Farms (Gila River)

Tanka Bars (Oglala)

Indian Pueblo Store (Pueblos)

Twisted Cedar Wine (Cedar Paiutes)

Ute Bison (Ute)

Seka Hills Olive Oil and Vinegars (Yocha Dehe Wintun)

She Nah Nam Seafood (Nisqually)

Sakari Botanicals (Inupiaq)

Honor the Earth (? Anishinaabe)

Nett Lake Wild Rice (Boise Forte Anishinaabe)

Passamaquoddy maple (Passamaquoddy)

BONUS: coffee :)

Yeego Coffee (Navajo)

Spirit Mountain Roasting (Yuma Quechan)

Birchbark Coffee (Anishinaabe)

Thunder Island Coffee (Shinnecock)

Jenny Slate, Stage Fright (2019)

I can’t even blame babies for wanting to stick their hands in fire. I’m a grown ass adult and I want to stick my hands in fire. Fire is fucking gorgeous and God nerfed us by making it deadly.

Man I love going to the bar with my one guy friend because he can never get the bartenders attention for the life of him so I have to order for both of us. Problem is he only drinks fruity drinks and I tend to order whiskey, so every time the bartender sees this intimidating 6’4 dude and this barely 5’3 chick and has to guess who gets the cosmo, and who gets the whiskey on the rocks. They have yet to guess right.

My brain honestly needs to learn how to prioritize it’s actions better. If I sing while I’m driving 100% of my brain power goes to singing and driving is just left up to muscle memory. Like I know this song is a bop but we should probably use at least 10% of our focus on trying not to crash the damn car.