so - this just happened

a neighbor that i haven’t spoken to once but who lives right across from my apartment  and has for probably six to eight months or so just came over and asked for a quarter cup of milk.

i realize that in the grand scheme of things, that’s something retarded to blog about - but i’ve never had that happen before. i’ve never had a neighbor come over and ask for milk or sugar. i’ve never been able to give someone a quarter cup of milk or sugar either.

it’s so old fashioned it’s ridiculous.

and therefore it makes me happy and can appear on the interwebz.

i hope they’re making a god damn cake.

I’m excited that you guys like my sandwich posts, but I think in six or so months when you decide that you want to go through your liked posts just to see what’s up, you’re going to look at a picture of a sandwich and go ‘…wtf?’

It’s the element of surprise - months from now.

Yussss.

my lunch is nachos with extra cheese and chili and an iced tea.

what i’m trying to say is: i care about what i put into my body.

this evening i’ve decided to write a letter to ted kaczynski

i’m pretty sad that i’m below someone w/my tumblarity score who’s biggest interest is god.

come on now, that’s like telling me your favorite thing in the world is the boogeyman.

doesn’t exist, yo.

but you’re cute/annoying for believing in him. :)

[psst. i’m about to lose followers for this post.]