The bee's knees. You know what I'm talking about.

I was procrastinating, obviously, so here I address procrastination:

Procrastination, I believe you are the solution to everything. I currently approve of your presence in my life as I should be learning all the muscles in the body yet instead am doing anything but learn. Although my studying technique of pretending all the muscles are magical wizarding spells worked for a while, I now firmly stand behind the belief that all muscles should be vestigial structures. Who needs them. Not I.

I will let my muscles atrophy and in doing so I will become the Miraculous Muscless Madame; Thus allowing all future anatomists the freedom from learning all the muscle insertions and origins and pollicis brevis extension retinaculum interossei motor praxis brachii levator scapulae occupational performance. Ok, now I'm just throwing out buzz words to show off.

I take pictures of my rental cat when procrastinating
from less important things. Weird? No way.

Back to procrastination... Thank you, truly. Because of you, I have accomplished endless chores, to-do's, errands, and miscellaneous projects that would never have been finished. Things are cleaner because of you. Namely the dishes. I am more knowledgeable in the subject of the disappearance of bees [check it] additionally I am well learned in the area of efficient composting in urban cities. Hells bells I think I love you procrastination. But, I think we should take a break. Seriously.

Until tomorrow, mm

You're the voice I hear inside my head.

You know those moments when you are sitting there, wherever you are, and suddenly you think "how the ef did I get in this situation?" Or you know, some version of that question introduces itself to your mind.

For instance, the time I was sitting on my porch watching this midget dance on the roof deck across the way I was all "what the ef am I doing here on this porch in Ecuador watching this midget dance." I mainly felt that I should avert my eyes; but I didn't. Anyways I had another moment like this last week. Occasions like these really get me thinking about all sorts of things like God, and the closest glass of milk, and friction versus traction, and time, and machetes, and life and stuff.

Ultimately through all my contemplations I always come back to this answer: Watch this video to find the answers to everything


Yeah it's a throwback. And sure, it doesn't really provide answers for when we are in situations with dancing midgets. In fact the song as a whole has nothing to do with anything except teenage angst and discovery and true love. But I am choosing to focus on these things as well as one line here and that is: "I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be". Thus, whenever I am in a strange, beautiful, or remarkable situation and find myself thinking "what the ef am I doing here?" I bust out a little Camp Rock.

Usually someone joins in with my chorus and our songs go together. And that is a faboosh [*usage of 'faboosh' courtesy of annie*] moment all on it's own.