I’m talking to my friend’s 10 year old kid, and he told me he has learned about negative numbers.
I asked him what he thought about negative numbers.
"Yeah, they’re pretty okay, but like, they’re not THAT great."
A doner sammy and pita strips from spitz.
Chicken pad thai and thai tea from thai eagle rox.
Honey walnut shrimp, kung pao chicken and sweet and sour chicken from green dragon.
Sweet potato fries and chicken tenders from the market place.
A turkey pesto sammy and a red velvet cupcake the size of my head from auntie ems.
A sonoron hot dog from guero.
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number
This post got better since I re-blogged it earlier.
Everytime I think that I’m about to get pwned because I am behind on work, my beautiful, amazing, wonderful professors push a due date back.
I’m at that point of drunkness where Daft Punk’s “Emotion” sounds like a chorus of angels
I’ve got plenty of time to waste on you.