If you've been reading along, you may remember that a few months ago I went off sweets. My body just stopped wanting anything sweet. No, I can't tell you how that happened. Believe me, I'm as bummed about it as you are, because if I could I'd be well on my way to being a millionaire at this moment.
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A fat cat, as it were. |
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Because heaven, that's why. |
They were fully stocked on every single conceivable type of fruit/nut/M&M/banana chip/weird seeds and shit combination...except one. On an entire wall of trail mix-y goodness, there was but a single sold-out item.
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Three guesses. |
Go screw yourself, universe.
So here's a post full of GIFs. GIFs are adorable. And I don't feel like writing about anything substantive because I'm totally pouting about my PBJ trail mix.
*kicks dirt*
Hey, you know what would cheer me up? A stampede of guinea pigs.
Also, Sir Patrick Stewart being darling and goofy.
A Corgi pup always lifts the spirits.
But if that doesn't work...dance party!
Kramer has the power to charm (bonus happiness points if you can name the classic "Seinfeld" episode shown here).
Sometimes penguins are jerks!
Not that David Bowie finds such shenanigans amusing.
Still, you know what they say.
I guess I'll go eat some almonds and weird seeds and shit. Or maybe stick my face in the sugar bowl.
That toy's eyes and tongue are bugging out in agony at the sloth's death-squeeze, and you find it cute??!? Fie, woman!
ReplyDeleteIt's the Seinfeld Master of My Domain episode. And I'm sorry they were out of trail mix.
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