dragonpikachu: i-wanna-get-in-englands-pants: aiyuwithoutatrace: wegotplansforsammy: wibblywobblytimeturners: somewherethats-green: the worst fuckin thing is “oh you sing? are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW” “do you draw? you do? DRAW ME” like no “you write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY” “you act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW” “You speak that language?! Say...
Me: Hey guys, the Tako food truck is here today. Unscheduled surprise visit. Here's their yelp page!
Co-worker 1: Thanks! But I don't have any cash!
Me: Um.. okay, They take credit cards.
Co-worker 1: AWESOME!
Co-worker 2: What kind of food do they serve?
Co-worker 2: Whats on their menu though?
Me: You have 2 options here. 1) check the yelp page I sent out. 2) Get off your butt and go look.
Co-worker 2: Wow, that was rude. You could have just told me the menu choices.
Me: Yeah, never ganna tell anyone about the food trucks ever again.
It would be cool to have supportive parents. Just once. The kind of parents who say “I am here for you.” But then I guess I would have less material for my television sitcom right?
My weekend was really good. Friday we went to the pub, in which they all officially know our names and had delicious food and craft beers. Saturday we did the Color Run. Then went and had waffles and screwdrivers. Followed by a long nap and catching up on True Blood and finished reading A Feast For Crows. Sunday we went down to the Boogie On the Bayou festival in downtown Campbell and had...