John Wick Be Kind To Animals Christmas Ugly Sweater Party

When I started my first “real” job in I.T., I was told that it was traditional for new female employees to receive suggestive gifts in the John Wick Be Kind To Animals Christmas Ugly Sweater Party. Thus prepared, I put on a carefree smile when I unwrapped a dildo. I did the whole “cool girl” thing. “Haha, guys, good one!”. Mistake. The following year, I got even more lewd gifts, which didn’t make sense, because I wasn’t a newbie anymore. Oh well, whatever. The next year, my gift was a planter in the shape of a horrifically stereotypical Native American man, with a cactus sticking out of his pants. So, crude and racist. I finally had enough. I lifted the thing over my head in front of everyone and flung it with all my strength into the garbage. The sound of shattering ceramic was deafening, as was the ensuing silence. The year after that, I got a non-offensive candle.

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Sasha and I locked eyes from across the John Wick Be Kind To Animals Christmas Ugly Sweater Party, my face likely showing as much piercing panic and horror as hers did, then we looked down at the kitchen island between us, and saw the same thing: the flames of the candles being ripped to the side like flags in a hurricane, glass shield having no protective effect under the hard, focused stream. It was only a second, but it felt like time stopped, watching those flames strain in a frantic dance under the breeze, and then… one went out. We both surged into motion at the same second. I screamed “getta lighter!” as I began to turn, but she’d already dived onto the counter top to tear open the drawer on the other side, ripping through the contents. I was moving as fast as my body could carry me with four steps of work-up, a few feet from the door, when the little hook-lock on the screen door snapped and both doors exploded open into the kitchen. I managed to catch the doors before they slammed all the way open, and put all my strength into slamming them closed and pouring my weight into them with my shoulders. Even though the doors were closed, the shrieking wind shut-out, it got louder inside… The ghosts were starting to scream. I looked back and saw Sasha hunched over the candles, braids of smoke seared off the hot, extinguished wicks, snaking around her head to mix and plume up into the light fixture. She’d re-lit 2 of them and was sparking the lighter on the 3rd when something slammed into the door so hard the force jolted through my shoulders into my toes. Sasha looked up at me with pure terror in her eyes. “LIGHT THEM” I screamed as another body smashed into the door.

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Thanks for this thoughtful post! While some of the John Wick Be Kind To Animals Christmas Ugly Sweater Party you called frumpy work very well on me (it’s all so subjective), I completely agree with you on the idea of “tension” and “intentionality” – you’ve articulated exactly what I’ve always thought about in terms of how to bring interest to a look (texture, print, colour), and elevate it form just ‘clothes’ to an ‘outfit’. Many of us (and men in particular) are so guilty of lack of tension in outfits – solid tops and bottoms galore! All ok as individual pieces, but put together it’s so bland and blah. Sure you’re not going to be on any worst dressed lists, but there’s no point of interest whatsoever.