A random person (who used a fake email as a sign of maturity) sent me hate mail today making fun of how I seemingly spend my days with the ants, doing nothing that normal people do, just hanging with the ants.
Yes, if that is what you want to believe – forgoing the fact my blog only covers a minuscule facet of my life – I spend my days with the ants. I enjoy knitting them tiny mittens, calling them my pretties, and having tea parties at three o’clock with them. You can make fun of me, but I ask you this; have you ever tried fabricating tiny ant tea cups? I think not. Little daises don’t just appear on miniature tea cups, someone has to invent nanobots to paint them on there.
It’s a hard job, but someone has to have tea parties with the ants.
Alas, I am totally falling behind in my studies because of my solid dedication to said ants, but I am hopeful that one day – when they take over and kill all humans in a tiny bloody rage – they will spare me, make me queen, and torture said person who made fun of my days spent with the overloads, formally know as the ants.
Now if you don’t mind, I have to go grind some human cookies into little ant sized cookies and brew a drop of tea. Toodle pip.
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