The moment I realized that the salad I had from The Copper Pot had gluten in it:


Too often...

Me: Hi, my friend told me that you offer gluten free food here! do you have a menu or should i just ask the waiter?
Hostess: A what free menu?
Me: Gluten free.....
Hostess: What is that? Is that like wheat?
Me: Yeah it's a protein found in--never mind i think i'm gonna eat somewhere else...
I so know what you mean. Just yesterday this guy said, "Oh, if you're really sensitive, you probably shouldn't eat here." (He was right, and my intestines are on fire). Fight Back. I educated this bitch in an ice cream shop in Florida about gluten. I said, "Listen. If you're going to work in food service, you need to know about major allergies. It's irresponsible and lazy of you. There are plenty of people willing to do your job that aren't ignorant about what they're selling."
In my mind, I Z-snapped. Not in reality though, because I'm super white and that would have been dumb.

WHEN I SEE MY SISTER REACHING FOR MY GLUTEN FREE COOKIES

wheniwentglutenfree:

When my brother ate one of my Whole Foods Biscuits that I had to take out a mortgage to buy.  


When Lohengrin and Telramund face off


your typical mezzo pants role walk


When I’m trying to get rid of jaw tension during my voice lesson

whatshouldwecallopera:

my teacher and I are like


when juan diego florez is singing within 500 miles of me


When I go see a production of madame butterfly


When I sing Cherubino

whatshouldwecallopera:

what i envision:

reality:

Yes. 


When the Count finds Cherubino

whatshouldwecallopera:

I’m just like

Hahaha! I sang Cherubino!