Where does one's whimsicality go, when one grows older? I wonder why one says one at all? Why don't they just say "that person"? But that's going off the topic. I'm a teen, but not an emo, cutting-myself, desperately seeking a boyfriend kinda teen. I find pictures like this just so darling and c-u-t-e!
Like the hanging octopi (octopi? octopuses? octopas? octoper?) picture, that symbolizes my blog, hanging puppets. My room is filled with puppets from India, maharajas and maharanis of all colours. And I say, thank the Lord I am not a weird-ass teenager.
And isn't a candy keyboard just soooo cute? I wish I could type on that, but it would pretty much be gone in 2 minutes flat when I'm around. What was I saying? Oh yeah.
Why do some adults follow the same boring routine all the time? First they:
1) Boringly get up
2)Boringly drink their coffee
3)Boringly drive to work
4)Walk to their cubicle in a bored fashion
5)Sit down at their boring computers
6)Stay there for 7 boring hours
7) Drive back home in a very boring way
Decorate your cubicles with some pictures of your family? Hanging puppet sif you wanna go for it! While you're working, sing to yourself! Jump up and down. (though you probably can't do that) Instead of saying " Hey.....Joe....." to your friends, yell "Hiya Joe, what's going on TODAY!!!!"
Stop being that boring Joe Smith and start going Crazy!!!!!
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