What's That For?
The last 48 hours or so of my life have been a complete waste. All I've done is read an obscene amount of webcomic archives, learned to solve a Rubik's Cube, and hennaed the symbol for the planet mercury on my left wrist.
As I sit here blogging, eating strange Asian rice crackers (that can be described as no less than Fucking Delicious) and drinking chrysanthemum tea (the leaves for which came from a tin that reads: A SPECIALLY SELECTED OF BUDS AND YOUNG LEAVES OF TEA PREPARED WITH TRADITIONAL SANITARY METHOD. AND GIVING THE MOST FRAGRANT FLAVOUR WHEN COOKED. AN EXCELLENT DRINK GARUNTEED), I can't help but ponder the eternal question:
What the fuck?
I think my general sense of the absurdness of the universe can only really be expressed by a montage of thanks that have flashed before my face in the past 2 days. I'm placing it all under cuts, due to its varied work-safety and overall danger to the weak-stomached and emotionally fragile.
Deposit Babies Here.
I think you understand me a bit better now.
As I sit here blogging, eating strange Asian rice crackers (that can be described as no less than Fucking Delicious) and drinking chrysanthemum tea (the leaves for which came from a tin that reads: A SPECIALLY SELECTED OF BUDS AND YOUNG LEAVES OF TEA PREPARED WITH TRADITIONAL SANITARY METHOD. AND GIVING THE MOST FRAGRANT FLAVOUR WHEN COOKED. AN EXCELLENT DRINK GARUNTEED), I can't help but ponder the eternal question:
What the fuck?
I think my general sense of the absurdness of the universe can only really be expressed by a montage of thanks that have flashed before my face in the past 2 days. I'm placing it all under cuts, due to its varied work-safety and overall danger to the weak-stomached and emotionally fragile.
Click to view Deposit Babies Here.
I think you understand me a bit better now.