If you wish to make a blog from scratch, you must first invent the universe.
Reeko likes human food. A lot. I’ve been trying to get pics of his begging, but he’s too fast. (And lately my camera’s been all, “I heard you like your cameraphone so I’m going to be all slow and laggy too!”)
This was the best I could do before threatening to trade my camera for a guitar that stays in tune. (I also threaten to trade my guitar for a speedlite every time it goes out of tune.)
The other day, my friend sent me a picture that is definitely a worthy addition to my list of saddest things. Brace yourself, because here it is:
Seriously. If you want to get as sad as possible as quickly as possible, you can’t beat this picture, or the product pictured. It’s right up there with bluegrass covers of Modest Mouse songs. High octane sadness fuel, I shit thee not. I can’t even go into all the reasons right now, because I have to go drink a glass of sand.
This is the part where I say that I’ll have to write more in the future about how store-brand knockoff products always make me feel a little odd (trips to Aldi were dangerous, to say the least), but I probably will never get around to it.