God its a nice day. Everyday is a nice day here on our ridiculous cliffs by the sea. Will this Kashi bar last me til my dinner of bunny food. I want to leave it on the bench outside where it's so nice and scowl at it. Oh, what a scowl! Such pouty lips, such constipation! How indignant and so on.
The swig of diet dr pepper dislodges the cereal goop from my teeth. Whoa where did that come from.
I'm sure I could hide an entire meal in my braces. I reek of nerd.
I think all people, if they have the ability, should grow facial hair. Take pity on those who cannot. I stroke my chin morosely where, if I had my way, a magnificent beard and stache combo would sprout. I long to attack with my chin. Alas, my foes are met with soft flesh and not the bushiness of Commander Riker.
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Stroking a beard is in FACT one of the most oddly entertaining things to do. Why they are shunned and deemed as unprofessional is beyond me.