OnlyAwfulNamesLeft

I loved the “anyone can be special” message, even when rammed down our throat by having the slave stable boy force pull the broom to himself at the end of the movie.

I hated them undoing that and going “hahahaha, no, you’re actually one of the two special families!!” in Rise of Skywalker.

I once told a coworker when discussing a creative process, “that works for you, but I think in bullet points and black & white.”

I was a terrible salesperson for this reason. “Here’s a machine in your stated price range. It will die in 18 months. And it sucks.”

I love drummingy fingers on the table/desk. And I can tell by the sound when it’s time to trim my nails, because the tapping sound of nails hitting wood sets my teeth on edge.