So there’s this potato soup guyssssss. You know, the kind with the bacon, cheese and green onions on top? Lawd have mercy. It’s so good. I’ve eaten it twice. I’ve also thrown up after eating it both times. I’m not sure if I’m allergic to something in it or maybe just… randomly threw up. However, I tried to decide today if it was worth possibly making myself sick just to be able to taste it. I decided it was; therefore, I have now tried it THRICE and am currently waiting patiently to be in the throes of dreadful, nauseous spasms.
Guys, do your frickin’ taxes… Seriously it’s NOT THAT HARD... What horrible timing.
There have been many… nick names… over the years that… I have been..given. (That should obviously be read like Christopher Walken). Among these are the ones my family gave me (and still call me) Chel, Chels, Chelly, Chel Bell, Baby Hands, Little China Doll. … Ok, that last one I just made up. But for the non-family related nicknames, there are a few to be introduced as well. Among these are Chucky, Ally, Ally Cat, Chuck, Poison Ivy, Red, etc. I have a feeling, I’m about to start getting called T-Rex or Velociraptor at my new work. I kid you not. They have taken notice of the fact that I rarely take my hands away from their natural resting spot--supension in front of my chest--under any circumstances. It’s a habit. I hold my own hands a vast majority of the time.
Anyways, here comes the awkward part where I start posting a bunch of different pictures of squirrels I just found. No big deal.
Suddenly I start feeling like all creatures really are very similar. Or maybe I'm just part squirrel. Cuz that kiss looks goooooooood.
Best power animal ever.
In other news, hold on to your turbans, kids. They just made 24K gold nail polish. What is our world coming to? (Not that I wouldn’t try it, but)
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