This is how I want my employees to agree with me when we come to a conclusion for a problem.
Just made Kale Chips. One batch Rosemary and Sea Salt, the second batch Lemon Pepper and Dill. You should dig it. Foodporn.
I really need a hobby.
Tumblr fucking sucks. I wish I had someone to bike with.
Model Building, Gardening (my new hobby), Start a journal, write a sweet book about some crazy adventure, play bass, paint pictures, door bell ditch with a friend, frisbee, Karate chop things around the neighborhood whilst wearing all black, learn the thriller dance step for step and g2 a house party to bust out the sweet dance moves and profit, read a book or article about something you enjoy. Whatever you choose is fine, but posting about how you need a hobby on tumblr and then saying tumblr sucks is not a hobby, its being lazy Thomas! Proactive, not reactive you bearded yout!
Those who touch my Tumblr when I’m not present…
I will no longer provide a queen sized Tempur-Pedic bed to temporarily sleep in. I will no longer provide WiFi in your presence. I will no longer pick up your cups when you leave them in my bedroom. I will no longer bring home La Granja when I don’t plan to cook. I will no longer cook for two, just one. I will no longer allow the use of my awesome little Asus EEE Netbook. I will no longer provide my cell phone charger due to your forgetfulness or perhaps your assumptions you may use my belongings without request. I will no longer provide any use of electricity within my domicile. I will no longer wipe up the entire Gulf of Mexico in which you love to display on my bathroom counter and occasionally the wallpaper and toilet seat if I leave it down.
When my vegetable crop finally is ready for its first harvest, the first meal I make will be a scrumptious vegetable soup with wheat grains, wild rice, barley, and chicken broth, in which you will not be offered any. Maybe a dry, hard, brittle kernel of rice because I do love you, but certainly not the soup.
