Today as I babysat I observed my feet and the cursed lines left by the occurrence of walking through wet and dirt in flipflops. Such lines agitate me to the utmost.

I schemed the tasks I had to quickly accomplish in between the time of arriving at home from babysitting and departing for rehearsal and then a surprise visit to my old youth pastor's family. And as I thought the dog at the house I babysit at commenced the licking of my feet.

At first my jimmies were quite rustled because I tend to be allergic to dog saliva but I realized I was not becoming itchy or hive infested, which happens when my dog licks me.

Not only was I not allergically reacting, but the dog licked the dirt lines off my feet! Problem solved! Time saved!

Something I'm terrible at

Following other blogs on this site. Every single time I go to follow a blog I forget how I went about doing so the last time so I spend a good five minutes figure out what to do.

I'll so I'm terrible at giving this blog post any relevance. 

that is all.

Today while biking home I was approaching two guys walking and they were on each side of the road with a large gap in between them. Finally as I was approaching closer and closer one joined the other on one side of the sidewalk. As I passed I naturally looked at them and one of them was..

I don't know he was kind of doing the hand motion you do at the "roll it" part in patty cake. And he was staring at me. And laughing. And then he said something to me that I was unable to understand.

I was very confused.

Jesse thinks this story should be a blog post so here we go.

It twas the last day of school in the last hour. I had concert choir but I had already taken the exam in woswe so I was hanging out with bergy berg (our accompanist) and Ricky who had also taken the exam. And then Parker joined us because he finished his exam quickly.

Ricky made this face and almost commenced talking in this frightening accent the distresses me more than it should so I turned away from him and ended up facing a crevice in between a wall and a filing cabinet. Naturally out of bordem and impatience to be released from school I decided to stick all of my limbs into this crevice.

Then I thought to myself, "I vowed to photo documentate things more often so I should have this photo documentated." And so I made a request that parker should fetch my camera and take a picture of this limb in crevice fiasco.

I ended up having to  retrieve the camera because parker would not stir but eventually the camera was in his hand and my limbs were once again in the crevice.

Now I have a camera that acts very jankified very often so it was taking a millennium to documentate the moment and as we awaited it to do it's thing Mrs. Pierson, our choir teacher was walking into the office. My immediate reaction was to remove my limbs from the crevice and lay flat on the floor as to avoid her noticing what oddities I was performing. The result was this picture.

One Sunday morning I was preparing for church for I was to fill in for some one on nursery duty. As I journeyed through the house I began to feel increasingly worse so I sat upon a bench in our dining room eventually. Then I woke up on the grown crying.

My calves hurt terribly but overall the act of fainting made me feel better. 

So I didn't go to church, I watched the breakfast club and some other weird movie and then I summoned energy to study for exams.

I still don't know why I fainted but it hasn't happened since and I watched the breakfast club so oh well. Meaningless story of the day le fin.

SUCCESS! This confounded site finally let me create a new blog post!

I very much detest the act of "cool story bro"ing people. And when people add the little basket thing for you to add the "cool story" in, they win douche points.

I notice it tends to happen when the person telling the story is struggling to collect their thoughts. I am often that person and while I know it is something I should certainly work on, cool story broing me is not helpful to anyone.

We shouldn't uplift ourselves via making others feel lesser, we should uplift ourselves by, among other things, not cool story broing people. That is all