Method Man smiling the fuck out of things in a hoodie with a balloon is probably the happiest thing I've seen all day or even all week, though it's been a long week so that's debatable.
photo credit: Rappers Doing Normal Shit*
*Congratulations to my friend Rory for being so naturally brilliant that he created a Tumblr purely for his own entertainment that proceeded to practically overnight accumulate over 10,000 followers, including probably you. He didn't do it for the glory (glory, Rory); people spend jillions trying to create what he just does 'cause he feels like it and his instincts happen to be THAT GOOD.
Anyway, look how happy Method Man is!
Good night, everyone. My gigantalicious faux-cinnamon-latte coffee that I got at 7-11 at ten pm (with the inspired addition of those fake hard tiny marshmallows that normally only come in Swiss-Miss packages), because apparently that monstrosity is my guilty-pleasure equivalent of secretly binging on Almond Joys or something, may finally be wearing off and I watched like fifty things on television while I wrote out invoices and made all kinds of lists for tomorrow and so now it's all watched and written and I'm going to New York in a week and happy Friday, everyone.
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Oh god. Earlier this week my college freshman cousin said something on Facebook about inviting Method Man to his birthday party, and that made me think he was cool because it means he likes hip hop. Turns out HE HAS MORE CULTURAL CRED THAN I DO.
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