The Pumpkin Patch
Hey I'm Kenny. Or Sean. Or whatever.
Here for the unsung, the unappreciated, and the wrongfully accused.
Part music blog, part personal blog, The Pumpkin Patch spans the gamut of what life and music culture has to offer. Occasionally some scatterbrained analysis of music trends will pop up. It's my attempt to sort my favorite representations of life in the real world while cruising the big virtual ocean of the Internet. At the end of the day though, if it grooves, I'll probably dig it.
I'm also in this band:
http://madmuleband.tumblr.com/
Dig it.
Here for the unsung, the unappreciated, and the wrongfully accused.
Part music blog, part personal blog, The Pumpkin Patch spans the gamut of what life and music culture has to offer. Occasionally some scatterbrained analysis of music trends will pop up. It's my attempt to sort my favorite representations of life in the real world while cruising the big virtual ocean of the Internet. At the end of the day though, if it grooves, I'll probably dig it.
I'm also in this band:
http://madmuleband.tumblr.com/
Dig it.
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@thespicypumpkin
schubertiade replied to your post: Someone just very violently forced themselves into the stall next to mine
I experienced someone whispering to herself while they loudly pooped the other day. I’m not sure they realized I was in there with them. It was pretty weird, though. Like they had to talk themselves through it.
Sometimes you need to give yourself a little encouragement. Sounds like she was going through a traumatic experience.
Oh my god, but what if she DID know you were there? That would be so weird. Like she was actually quietly whispering TO YOU and was wondering why you didn’t respond. And then felt hurt that her stall buddy didn’t help.
Ugh, I’m getting the heeby jeebies by this hypothetical person.
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