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Oopsie-daisy.
I forgot about you. Took me a month to remember my pw. My bad Tumblr. ...Xangas still better.
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Don't ask how I know such things...
But there's a Korean soap product that whitens your armpits. It's good for those dark skinned Koreans that have armpit folds that look like roast beef.
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What the
Driving right now in this weather feels like I'm driving through a long tunnel. It reminds me of a story.
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When I get to heaven...
I'll solo-mid. I won't need to use ignite... They'll already have that. Puhahahahaha Easy peasy...
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Bear Grylls? Please...I'm the real deal.
So I'm sitting at my desk, doing my work. And then I have this urge to yawn. So I yawn. And as I yawn I inhale a fly. ...I didn't want to scream, flip out, spit, or otherwise embarrass myself. ...so I ate it. And then drank an entire mug of lava hot tea and am currently chewing 7...now 8 xylitol gum. This is Jimmy vs Wild... ...Jimmy won...
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Cheeky humor...
I ate some leftover bossam and some really ripe oy kimchi for lunch at work.
...yes I bring Korean food for lunch. Why? Just know I'm better than you, and stop asking so many questions.
Now when you combine the elements of ripe kimchi, bossam, a yogurte and some clementines the butter starts churning if you know what I mean. My stomach was making noise like a bunch of towels in spin cycle. Just...powerful noise.
Lunch is up, so I'm back on the floor working on my work, typing away and doing my job and I have to pass gas really bad. I've been back and forth to the loo about three times today and so I'm afraid that my manager will think I'm skipping out on work. It is a Monday after all.
So I do a little risk assessment on whether I should cut some cheese or save it for later...when...there's salami too. Here are a few things that I thought in my head:
One: is it a chunky monkey? If yes, cease and desist. If no, please continue.
Two: will it be loud and proud? If yes, cease and desist. If no, please continue.
Three: will it send shockwaves? If yes, cease and desist. If no, please continue.
Four: will you be found out? If yes, cease and desist. If no, please continue.
And there were other things I was thinking of. Like would you rather smell like rotten milk, rotten eggs, or rotted meat? Or would you rather smile every time you're sad or frown every time you're happy? Etc. Just trying to get my mind off of it. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, it'll go away and I'll just implode or something and not have to die of embarrassment.
Like this girl who made mud in her seat during the SAT's eleventeen years ago. I don't know her name, but I totally wanted to be her friend. Why? Because she completed the section before running out the door. And didn't give two f712us about anything. Commitment!!
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah, I tried to throw my mind off the bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. And I couldn't resist. I adjust myself and drop a small cloud. Just to test the waters. If people react and take umbrage, I'll just move it to another part of the floor. So I let Pikachu one out, hoping it's not a Squirtle. Hoping that people don't get Psyduck over this.
...and to my surprise this little number smells like popcorn!
Popcorn!
As much as I dislike the smell of popcorn, I prefer it ten times out of ten over the smell of tooters any day. I mean, earlier after lunch it was smelling like Snorlax's Pokeball.
Anyway, I was completely happy over the popcorn smelling bbangoo, so little by I push out a few new lines of merchandise. Each one as pleasant as the next.
Butter popcorn. I don't think I ever, EVER had this kind of treat before. I should eat more bossam and ripe kimchi with yogurte and clementines! I'm working away, humming some Crowder, doing tricks with my pens, drinking my afternoon cup of tea. Considering eating some tea cookies, but remembering my manager saying I'm going to get the Freshman 15. So instead I consider doing a cleanse as I hear about every now and then. I don't know what it's about but I heard grapefruit juice and so I'm all on board with it already.
...irrelevant to the rest of the narrative.
So I'm pushing the daisies to make them come out and right when I have to get up to go to the printer, I take off my headphones and turn around.
...and there's a bowl of popcorn right within arm's reach.
And everyone is complaining about how organic popcorn smells like s**t and to never buy it or bring it to work again.
Moral of the story: Organic popcorn today, everyone will have pink eye tomorrow. I'm telling you it was foggy around the popcorn.
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What Happened?
So long ago, in the days of yonder, there was a unicorn named Brrraaagh. Unicorns were never able to talk but I'm guessing that's what his name was if they did name each other. He was a happy fellow, who pranced and pounced all around the land. He would run faster than other unicorns because the wind that hit his face made him faster. It gave him energy. He would chase rainbows because he heard from his father Nyyaahhh that rainbows were bridges to the clouds where the horses with wings lived. They were ancient relatives of unicorns after all.
Oh how he longed to see his relatives.
One day Brrraaagh asked what his mom Mmmrrroo thought of the story because he was so hungry to learn more about his relatives the horses with wings. She thought that was a stupid story. She asked him who would be so stupid (or daring) to take that kind of risk to see relatives that he might not even like. The rainbow bridge could disappear at any moment and then what? You broke your horn, that's what. She forbade him to chase after foolish dreams and live happily as a unicorn can on land.
Brrraaagh is afraid of his mother's wrath so he listened. After the refreshing rain he would look up at the sky and see a rainbow and after a brief moment of awe, he'd lower his head and continue his play on land.
One day he spots in the distance a beautiful white horse with wings. She is sitting at the edge of the riverbank drinking and splashing about. As he gets closer, the startled white horse with wings flaps away. He sees her fly off into the distance until the bright sun hides her from his sight. The rest of his days were spent roaming around thinking of the encounter.
He was starstruck by her beauty and wanted more than anything to see her again. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't find anything to block the vision of her. His running slowed and slowed and slowed. He became fatter and meaner. And all his days were spent looking up at the sky wanting to see her once more until his vision got worse. That just made him grumpy. A grumpy unicorn? This happens to all unicorns who encounter horses with wings. Maybe it's jealousy.
He would return day after day to the same spot, sometimes even sleeping at the banks at night in case she came by. But after several days she didn't return. Days turned into months, months turned into years.
Until, realizing that his father and mother had both passed away and he never said bye. He realized that the world was changing all around him. Until he realized that he was no longer fast, joyful, and in shape. I believe this would be called an epiphany. He would no longer care about his relatives from the clouds because it ruined his life and his relationships. He would curse the days of their flight and make sure they know that those stupid flying horses should be jealous that he has a beautiful horn.
So he got up from the banks with a new outlook. No more time would be spent chasing after a flying horse. As a matter of fact, if he ever did cross one again, he'd trample the bastard. That's right, trample.
As he was walking away from the riverbank, he heard a group of laughter behind the tall grass. It didn't sound like any laughter he's ever heard before, but his childlike curiosity got the best of him. So he tiptoed like only a unicorn can to see what was going on.
His eyes almost popped out of his head. It was a family of flying horses dancing joyfully around pots of gold. Confused he looked around and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. A rainbow touching down to the ground and at the foot of the rainbow were pots and pots and pots of gold. Oh how he could finally see his relatives AND hope to stay with them in the clouds as his family were all gone. So he moves closer and closer to them.
"Hi, my name is Braaagggh. Mind if i join you?"
The flying horses stop their party and look at him.
"I've been waiting half my life at these banks hoping to see flying horses and now I must be close to dying. Because my dreams have come more than true. I dreamed of finding the Rainbow Bridge and meeting you and now here I am. At the foot of the rainbow bridge, and you're all hear."
"Hi Braaagggh. My name is Skrreee. You sure can join us. We just came to land to have a picnic. This is called fruit of the gods. Have some."
Braaagggh inched closer and closer to what Skrreee pointing at. It wasn't pots of gold, but food! It was a sweet and sour tasting gift from heaven. Nothing Braaagggh had ever tasted compared to the complexity and juiciness of this. He was addicted and ate more and more. Although the horses with wings didn't take kindly to his greed, they warmed up to him and started to allow him to be apart of the group.
Sometimes they'd have to return to their clouds and he'd be alone. And the delightful gifts from god that he ate were gone. But when they returned, they would feast and play and have all sorts of fun. Braaagggh was happy that he had found a new family and the flying horses were happy they found someone to eat all this food.
...a long way in the distance a Minotaur led a group of Elven chickens on a quest for what chickens referred to as memories.
One of the younger Elven chickens says, "Father look."
The father Elven chicken says replies, "Look at what?"
"Over there. Mother, Brother, Minotaur look! In the distance by the water."
The group gathers around and the boy says, "The rhinoceros is playing with the birds." And saves it on his magic box.
The Minotaur says, "For the last time white boy, I'm your tour guide in this African safari. My name is Kofi. Keep up before a lion eats you."
...who says rhinoceros aren't the unicorns from stories?
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$2,300...
In two years that's about how much my monthly iPhone costs add up to.
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Fish head stew...
Is the best... I like the squishy eyeballs... I save them for last. It's like a burst of heaven in my mouth.
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Naked
...Naked Acai Machine smoothie looks like rust paint and tastes like Robitusson cough syrup. ...I like it.
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Revelation.
I work 7 days a week...and I love it. Monday through Friday I bring a terribly overrated television show called 'The Office' to life at a white collar job. Saturday and Sunday I serve at my church. This year marks 6 years? 7? Dang. God is good. I work Monday through Friday so I can serve on Sunday. It relieves pressure from my church to give me a salary I can live off while giving me an opportunity to minister and evangelize to the unchurched. It's pretty awesome. I don't have tremendous responsibilities like running an entire church. I just run the future church. Oh wait...bigger responsibility. Oh dang. But that being said, I think all pastors should have a job in the real world. It not only helps us practice what we preach by reaching out to the unbelievers, but we get to represent God outside a church. How awesomely scary is that?! I feed off it like you feed with Jarvin IV. Demacia my asparagus... And it reminds me that the parents aren't loaded with money. And demanding x, y, z comes at a heavy cost. These are good things, as I'm slow and need that constant reminder. I have to sleep now. I gotta burn bright tomorrow.
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Dang.
Lambert is going back down for Round 2. When will we see him again? ...3 weeks? 3 months? ...in heaven? Hope they treat you well brother.
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Nike Mercurials?
You see the Nadal and Ronaldo commercial? ...I'm sure girls have. Haha
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