#immaterial things

Because fuck ship wars dude. Let them all be happy. Let everyone just cuddle in a big pile, and get along like they used to in middle school. Let them bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and then eat it and be happy. Even if they don’t go there. You know why?

lol it’s like 1:30 and I’ve had way to much sugar and I got shit to do tommorrow but am I going to bed??? nooooooope im gonna stay up eVEEN DAMN LATER CAUSE YOU KNOW EWHWTAT???

You know how sometimes you really wanna know something. and its something thing you maybe really don t need to know?? About?? Ya know that??? That time??? You know what I love about that???

Walking the other damn way. mindING. yOUR own. fucking. bius. ness. 

The concept of sharing is probably one of the first things you learned as you started socializing like the happy, healthy human being you hopefully are. And yet it is also sort of frowned upon by a surprising number of people. Seriously, people are really bad about this. They don’t like other people liking he same things or having the same things, not to mention giving people things when they need them. It kinda sucks, but thankfully many people still remember their kindergarten lessons well enough to function like a grown ass adult. Cause you know what?

Being on the internet, and more specifically tumblr, you have probably heard of the word ‘smol’. You may, in fact, already be incredible fucking tired of the word ‘smol’, as well as it’s less popular companion ‘tol’ due to their excessive pervasiveness. And while that is completely understandable and I am sympathetic to your plight, I am under no circumstances ever going to stop using the word ‘smol’. Even when it goes out of style and tumblr/the interwebs find a new mangled phrase to help describe the characters they have adopted/woobified I will be sitting here, pointing at the biggest, strongest, most stoic of burly manly man character people and I will say “him smol”. You know why?

editing is super ficking important guys. like super duper. I kinda dont know were i would be without it because , as you may have gusesse d buy now, my dspelling right out the gate is p much absolute shit. also jusy like my thought process in general?? like holy shit. liook at this mother fucking catatstrpohy. there are so many red lines ?? fucking everywherer . You will not be able to see them onc i apot this obviously, but i do now and lmme tell ya they suck ass. why do a do this to  myself?? anyways edit you shit. do you know why??

You probably know this phrase. I know this phrase, and while it is useful, being a well known idiom that succinctly and politely conveys the necessity of getting your shit together, I cannot take it seriously. Because whenever I hear or think of this phrase, all I can think of is an exasperated farmer, trying in vain to rally a gaggle of ducklings into an orderly line. His stereotypical wheat stem, once proudly erect, droops sadly from his mouth as he duckling wreak havoc over his barn yard. They are every where. They’re are so many. They are rising up, an unstoppable force of renegade ducklings, ready to fight and die for, what they believe , is just. One of them is wearing a leather jacket. And you know what?

 “Definition: In accounting, the materiality principle expresses that a company may violate another accounting principle if the amount in question is small enough that the financial statements will not be misleading to others.”

- debitoor.com 

the Materiality Principle is p much the only interesting thing I learned in my 11th Grade accounting class, as well as the only thing I remember. What It basically means is that, if one of the Generally Accepted Accounting Practices is too difficult/expensive to follow and it won’t make too much difference in the net outcome, the accountant can just say “Fuck it. Fuck this principle in particular, I am going home to account my well deserved fucking free time, because this shit is just so mother fucking immaterial I Do Not Care.” SO what this means is that even the stuffiest, most stereo typically uptight-iest of professions will throw out the rule book if they can cause fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk that shit. And you know what?