Eleventy-Seven

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Prepare for random ramblings. I could be one of those people that make two sentence posts with every thought I have, I would probably get more responses on posts if I did that, but I can't help it. I type in paragraphs because I want to have meaning to my words and I also like to ramble and only the cool cats will actually read what I have to say. So earlier I got an email about "How did we do?" With support for Tumblr. And as my post earlier said that I did not get my blog back and also support took almost two days to respond. You can tell my response was not going to be nice. I am a very passive aggressive person. So it was asking like, "Are you satisfied with our work?" And the whole time, I'm like. Don't make a Hamilton quote, Don't make a Hamilton quote. Because I have been on a Hamilton kick lately. I don't know what it is, but I just keep listening to it. Oh, I know why, because it is AWESOME that's why. And then I wrote, "Since I cannot be my blog back, I will never be satisfied" and well...yeah, not an exact lyric, but I couldn't help it. I do not get to have my dear tumblr's eyes in my life, my sister did not get to be it's wife! Because it is dead. A friend was messaging me earlier trying to talk to me about going to a convention he went to over the weekend. And he likes to tell me the stuff he got, and that would be cool, if he didn't do it all the freaking time. And I don't care about half the stuff he goes so I am just a jerk that goes, "Cool, Neat, Nifty, That's good" Because I just don't care. And he likes to write a journal, which is cool and he is bragging about how much he wrote and he goes, "You will never guess how many paragraphs I wrote." I replied with, "Eleventy-Seven." And he got mad at me and went, "That isn't even a number!" Yeah, it is a number, in my heart it is a number. Not all numbers have name! Eleventy-seven could be like 117 to 117 bajillionth power. You don't know! Numbers in infinite and that is why I hate math because it never ends! Also, clearly they did not have enough Rugrats in their life, because that is where I got it run and their life is just so sad. Also, my second favorite number is Laeleven. No one gets this reference, no one will ever get this reference, but I do and I get to giggle at it forever. I'm currently watching Cry's livestream on Twitch and a very hilarious moment happened. He is playing this game set in the middle ages, and he finds a shop and goes, "A tailor! I want to get my hair cut." And he continuously goes, "please cut my hair." And he just takes a moment, "Wait," he says. And the chat is just whailing on him, I am laughing uncontrollably, it was hilarious. No one cares about this, but I don't care. I'm talking about it. Well, this is a long post that no one will read or understand. I need to make up for this post and make a post about food and maybe something with a misleading title. Because that is the only way you can get more than 7 comments on a post. You people really like food. Weirdos. I'm gonna go get a lot of work done now, so I can take tomorrow off and celebrate Single's Awareness Day right! By playing the Sims. Woot woot.