Cranky library face. In which I complain to the whole planet about having to do an assignment that I’d really rather not do, especially in light of the professor not actually intending to read the paper.
Thesis of the paper: “lol non-human animals are totes not equally morally considerable beings in calculations of welfare kthxbai”
In which Kaleb experiences mornings at Minneapolis Central Library
I ventured out of the apartment to work on a term paper. It was a toss up between the Cental Library and UMN, but I chose Central because I can actually check things out here.
I did not consider that the library was a sanctuary from the cold.
I shit you not, there is this guy in camo speaking in the deepest redneckiest accent about sticking his hand down the throat of a carp, the second amendment, his prefernce for bigger women “ain’t nothin’ like poundin’ padded pussy”, and recalling that his girlfriend is missing “only 3 or 4 of them teeth”.
There are men seranading the bathroom at regular intervals.
A guy was cleaning his junk in the bathroom sink while belting something incomprehensible to the tune of Old MacDonald.
I have landed on another planet. What an experience.
Leonard doesn’t have time for photos.
This is Ned. He loves to eat and pester Leonard.
Also you should message me about my Google Hangouts, Facebook, or Kik or whatever because I totally want to talk to you. If we haven’t talked in ages, now is the time to bombard me with messages.
The time has come for a month of playing video games in my underwear.
It’s coming up on 11 months post op and a dissolvable stitch just popped out this evening in the shower. Wat.