Little Things...like Taco Bell

K my friends just showed me this blog called "Little Things" and I love it! In case anybody wants to go to it, here's the address: just-littlethings.tumblr.com. I'm gonna write a couple of my favorites.

Songs that match your mood.

When someone understands your humor.

Bendy straws.

When someone holds the door open for you.

When a person's laugh is funnier than the joke.

The sound a soda can makes when you open it.

When your fortune cookie knows whats up.

Seeing a baby yawn.

When the week goes by really fast.

Free stuff.

Parking your car at the same time the song ends.

Jeans that fit perfectly.

Peeing after holding it in for a long time.

Popping bubble wrap.

When a baby holds your finger.

Being missed


Also...I juast want to publicly declare my love for Taco Bell. You guys...it's so cheap and it's so good. And, so many of the good times I've had with friends have taken place inside a Taco Bell. It's got a good vibe--a bonding atmosphere. I love Taco Bell.

Sometimes you just need a dead fish

You know when someone's talking...and they're just like talking and talking and talking and you're not listening at all? Doesn't matter if they're talking specifically to you or if you're in a class or whatever, just a time when your ears are seriously not going to let you listen to whatever the crap they're talking about. K so imagine this: you just get up and throw a huge dead fish at their face and it hits them in slow motion and they fall over. And the best part of the whole thing is that the fish makes this really satisfying flop noise as it slaps them in the face. ...don't you wish you could really do that??? I know, I know, I'm very theatrical...I think of amazing stuff like this that would only happen in movies all the time...but seriously...sometimes you just need a dead fish. Maybe I'll start carrying one in my backpack.

Quote of the Day: "I don't mean to be dramatic or anything...but I'd rather be shot in the face than eat this food."--Baby Mama

**I also wish my life was a musical. That is all.**