yoga catastrophe

this post is dedicated to my long time friend and nemesis: Ermf.

congratulations!!! women everywhere are rejoicing that you are finally betrothed and will no longer be wreaking havoc on unsuspecting ladies. FINALLY!

the willis tower

some might be shocked and outraged to find halfway through eating their blueberry muffin that it is actually chocolate chip. i, on the other hand, was confused and pleasantly surprised.

the original

its been a while. i know.

moving on!

edition 4.8 of non sequiturs galore!!! and here we go:

gogop tried to eat my other fishies. he now has a new home in michigan.

i still havent gotten a harmonica.

a handsfree harmonica holder would be very handy.

my birthday is may 14th.

i like meatloaf

…not the singer, the food.

the word “nuts” and “Awesome” shouldnt be used in the same sentence, whether or not there is pointing involved.

it’s fun to talk in a russian accent an pretend your name is vlademir while in the privacy of your own home.

…it is not so appropriate to do so just as your russian health economics professor walks in the door.

according to a friend, it is appropriate to raise your hand during a song that says “all the single ladies lift your hands up” as long as you aren’t married.

your boyfriend may not agree with all the things your friends say.

new brooks running shoes dont grow on trees. money grows on trees. duh.

i too miss the Milgram experiments.

when someone asks, “is this vegetarian?” it’s not a good idea to say “yup!” when you’re not really sure.

the end.