Am I the only one who took this to a dirty place?
I doubt it. It’s tumblr.
I know how you feel. FOOD!!!!!!!
At least it’s not peanut butter.
Ooh yeah. My tongue would be stuck to the roof of my mouth for an hour.
I’m a guy and I have the problem you do with clothes for my bottom half: If they are big enough to go over my legs and ass (I was the only guy whose legs still looked big when wearing football shoulder pads) they are too big in the waist.
Clothes seem to be made for a few paperdoll cutout templates. This is why I’m (slowly) learning to alter my own clothing.
here! here! I’ve been known to laugh and have beverage escape through my nose.
That happens to me ALL THE TIME.
She’s good at finding clothes that look nice. I made a deal with her that anything she chose I would at least try on before vetoing. And people wonder why some people hate clothes shopping. It’s because clothes come in weird shapes and sizes.
Yeah. Clothes shopping isn’t my favorite thing. I’ve grown to enjoy it a bit more. The Sister can actually make it fun sometimes. And, honestly, the older I get the easier it seems to be. I think I just care less. I used to have major social anxiety issues with interacting with the people who work in the shops.
I will send you my tiara over the Internet for your birthday. Everyone needs a birthday tiara.
Woohoo! Birthday tiara!
birthday!? shouldn’t work on your birthday! and I second the tiara purchase!
Oh I’m not. I’m taking tomorrow off. But, you know, sometimes my brain tries to talk me out of things. I’m getting better at not letting it win.
Another vote for the daisy dukes. Not at all a selfish request. Really.
I think you should wear daisy dukes for my birthday. ~high fives~
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You should have a field trip, some time! For research purposes.
I should. Yes.
Coldstone’s cinnamon ice cream with whipped “cream”, caramel, and pecans mixed in is fairly delightful. Dang it. Now I want ice cream. Who am I kidding? I *always* want ice cream.
Me too! ~high fives~ Also YUM.
He was planning to move from his parents and hasn’t yet and I’ve had this stuff with myself and a friend since like June or something. Also, it has a typed up, printed, and signed version of the poem I posted for him here
thinking of adding a deck of Pokemon cards and some other little things and sending it to him as a birthday/grad present com January whether he’s ready or not
I think that is an excellent plan.
my usual: cake batter, with graham cracker crumbs and white chocolate chips.
I’ve actually never been to a Cold Stone Creamery even though there’s one just a few blocks from my home. So I don’t have a usual. ~sad trombone noises~
and dinosaurs and Pixar coloring sheets and Crayola crayons, he doesn’t know that though.
WHAAAAAT? Why won’t he let you send him all this awesome stuff?!?!
So, pointless story of the day, part of my friend’s grad present that he still won’t let me send and thus still does not know what’s in it is a gift card to Coldstone
What? He’s missing out on ice cream!
garlic crabs always sound good, but they’re so small. Someone should make king garlic crabs and leave the little blue crabs alone.
Mmmm king garlic crab ~drools~
Still lookin’ beautiful, though!! <3
I lurv you.
You look lovely though!
Thank you! ~hugs~
Surprise your boss by giving her tea with arsenic in it. Then hide her in the window seat.
That’s a brilliant i— Wait! That’s Arsenic and Old Lace! And we don’t have a window seat. Although you could come play Teddy for me. CHARRRRRRRGE!
You look lovely(honest truth), though you do look extremely thrilled (sarcasm)
Thank you! (sincere) And oh but I am. (sarcasm)
forgive me, I chuckled
I’m not surprised. You’re a stone-cold killer with a heart of stone. That is cold. A cold stone hearted cold stone killer.
I really want ice cream now.
please don’t die of dysentery on your way to Oregon.
I’m trying but the conditions are abominable. We have very limited supplies of diet coke here. And the 7-11 is all the way down the block and across the street. I make no promises.
I actually prefer the pics from my phone to the ones on my webcam. Primarily because my phone is lighter than my laptop.
I have an external webcam so that’s not a problem for me. Holding my arm out at odd angles for extended periods of time hurts though.
You know nothing of pioneer problems!!! All they had were analog flip-phones!!! :P
You don’t tell me what I do and don’t know about suffering. I too have felt great sadness. You are talking to someone who has sat through “Beaches” twelve times. (name that television show)
In bad mood, accidentally open tumblr on phone. See Jenn, feel better. Like magic!
I hate when I’m trying to float across a river and my wagon flips over just as I take a picture.
GOD THAT SUCKS! Then you have to get ALL the way back to town and you have to buy a bag of rice that’s been imported from the Far East so it’s super expensive and you have to bury your phone in it so it sucks out all the water and then you might have to get a new sd card even then - and just good luck finding one of those out on the trail, Amazon is such a pain about delivering to non-stationary addresses - and then you get it all set up and fixed and the picture sucks! And that rice always tastes weird after that! Guh life sucks.
~big squeezy hugs~
I, for one, appreciate your dedication to the craft.
No horn-swaggling, yankee-boy, elitist, ivy-league-educated webcam is going to tell me what I can and cannot do.