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I’m moving! Follow me at my new blog, Jessalopod!

Never to to be one to not do things the hard way, I’m moving to a new account. There are a couple of reasons why, not all of which I want to get into here, but if you follow me here and wish to follow me on my new Tumblr account, you can find me at http://jessalopod.tumblr.com/ or if you’re feeling lazy, HERE. (I’ll try to remember to post this a couple of times so people will have a chance of seeing this though the flood of other posts).

I’m already following everyone that I followed from this account on the new one — All 160ish of you. Yeah, that took a while. :P I’m leaving this one so if people want to see the stuff I’ve blogged/reblogged in the past, it’ll still be here (until Tumblr deletes it, do they delete accounts after X amount of time inactive?)

But yes, I’m moving, and no, it’s not an April Fool’s Day thingie — it just seemed like a good day to do it. :D

My boss is convinced that I’m out to prank him this April Fools Day. 

I’m not going to. 

He’s convinced that I’ve pranked him with the most cunning of pranks. One that’s he is still unaware of, and it’s making him really jumpy. Like getting so worked up that I might have messed with his lunch that he forgot to wait until it cooled before he took his first bite. Thus him taking a scalding chomp of macaroni and cheese. 

And then he (jokingly) threatened that if I changed all the cheese in the refrigerator to vegan cheese, he would smack me with his air-soft pistol. And then to prove his point, he picked it up, looked at it, and then smacked himself over the head with it. 

I don’t have to prank my boss. He pranks himself. 

that-decadent-voice: confessionsofadirectioner: On Easter, we had this tradition where an old man down the road would paint little ‘bunny’ prints along the sidewalk, as well as up to the door of every house where a child lives…and he’s done this every year, without fail, since before I was born. Over the summer, that old man passed away, so no one in their right mind expected to see the tracks this year.  However, when I woke up- there they were!   Turns out that his eighteen year old grandson (who happens to be known as the badass of our school) got up at three this morning and spent four hours- by himself -painting the prints; just to make sure that the neighborhood kids wouldn’t be disappointed. My faith in our generation = restored.  Marry him.
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that-decadent-voice: confessionsofadirectioner: On Easter, we had this tradition where an old man down the road would paint little ‘bunny’ prints along the sidewalk, as well as up to the door of every house where a child lives…and he’s done this every year, without fail, since before I was born. Over the summer, that old man passed away, so no one in their right mind expected to see the tracks this year.  However, when I woke up- there they were!   Turns out that his eighteen year old grandson (who happens to be known as the badass of our school) got up at three this morning and spent four hours- by himself -painting the prints; just to make sure that the neighborhood kids wouldn’t be disappointed. My faith in our generation = restored.  Marry him.
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that-decadent-voice:

confessionsofadirectioner:

On Easter, we had this tradition where an old man down the road would paint little ‘bunny’ prints along the sidewalk, as well as up to the door of every house where a child lives…and he’s done this every year, without fail, since before I was born.

Over the summer, that old man passed away, so no one in their right mind expected to see the tracks this year.  However, when I woke up- there they were!  

Turns out that his eighteen year old grandson (who happens to be known as the badass of our school) got up at three this morning and spent four hours- by himself -painting the prints; just to make sure that the neighborhood kids wouldn’t be disappointed.

My faith in our generation = restored. 

Marry him.

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