We Must Stop Calling The Alligator Loki, Croki. It Is Not A Crocodile, It Is An Alligator, They Are Distinct

We must stop calling the alligator Loki, croki. It is not a crocodile, it is an alligator, they are distinct animals. I beg you, I implore you, do not do this thing.

If you drink a can of the special edition fall cranberry Canada dry ginger ale immediately after eating about half a pint of Ben& Jerry's peanut butter half baked it tastes exactly like you're drinking a beer.

Just for the sake of transparency, I'm making this post at 10:30 a.m. and yes, the ice cream was a little breakfast treat. It was a reward for putting in my contacts which I hate doing.

This is my life now.

There are some many of her.

That's all

I was going to make a post about how I tried to listen to the Mr ceiling arc of rqg after the finale but I literally got to the point where Lydia introduced her character as Sasha Racket and I started crying but then I realized that that would make three posts on my Tumblr about how I cry about Sasha Racket and that seems a bit excessive.

The best part about going to culinary school is when I come home with food and I text my roommates something like "descend, there are treats," and then they all slowly make their way into the kitchen to have some of the bean soup or whatever the fuck, because like I'm not going to eat it I'm to tired from the four to six hour lab I just did but still I don't have to worry about it not being eaten, it's a perfect system.