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Cue Raven laughing like a maniac, and Alex looking like someone just kicked his puppy. He's crap at exams. ♥
In other news, Zarita and I walked to work yesterday. She was bounding around on the grass, carrying her phone in her jacket pocket, with her jacket tied around her waist. I was stomping along like a trooper behind her, somehow managing to keep up.
She turned to me and said, "Hey, there's a cactus! We can eat it if we get thirsty!"
To which I said, "Why do we need the cactus? In my backpack, I have two bottles of water, pop tarts in case we get hungry, and if we want to take a break, I've got the laptop, too!"
We blinked. She started laughing, "Omigod, you're McKay!!"
Me: So, what, that makes you Sheppard? Please." There was desperate fanning, because dude, it was hot yesterday. Then I said something like: "And of, of course, my face is going to burn off from solar radiation all because I forgot my sunscreen!" That was my cue, of course, to attempt suicide while Zarita laughed herself into a hernia, because. God. I was McKay yesterday. It was profoundly tragic.
Cue Raven laughing like a maniac, and Alex looking like someone just kicked his puppy. He's crap at exams. ♥
In other news, Zarita and I walked to work yesterday. She was bounding around on the grass, carrying her phone in her jacket pocket, with her jacket tied around her waist. I was stomping along like a trooper behind her, somehow managing to keep up.
She turned to me and said, "Hey, there's a cactus! We can eat it if we get thirsty!"
To which I said, "Why do we need the cactus? In my backpack, I have two bottles of water, pop tarts in case we get hungry, and if we want to take a break, I've got the laptop, too!"
We blinked. She started laughing, "Omigod, you're McKay!!"
Me: So, what, that makes you Sheppard? Please." There was desperate fanning, because dude, it was hot yesterday. Then I said something like: "And of, of course, my face is going to burn off from solar radiation all because I forgot my sunscreen!" That was my cue, of course, to attempt suicide while Zarita laughed herself into a hernia, because. God. I was McKay yesterday. It was profoundly tragic.