i just heard people singing “happy birthday” down the hall. do you know what that means?!
THERE’S CAKE IN THE BUILDING.
just the thought of it makes me close my eyes, waggle my head and smile as if i were listening to the world’s tiniest violin playing something upbeat.
photo courtesy of Flickr and sabrinak
how could you say no to a face like this?! one of mankind’s greatest achievements…
photo courtesy of Flickr and princess_of_llyr
unrelated notes of a racial and cultural flavor:
1. i am wearing a brown sweater on a brown t-shirt, all draped on some brown skin. just color coordinating. i’m only wearing a sweater because it’s cold in the building. it’s jungly hot outside like my people’s weather. i can’t believe i just said that. pardons.
2. i wish indian food weren’t so pungent and smelly and heavy on the sauce, albeit delicious. it makes it hard to be righteously indignant when people scrunch up their noses at my tupperware aromatic lunch and announce loudly “what…is… that?!” furthermore, the smell never washes out, people! not out of plasticware! not out of hands! not out of souls! i will smell like curry until the day i fumigate myself.