Anyone who I become close friends with makes me automatically devolve into swear words, capslock, and fart jokes.
Just putting that out there.
That is all so true.
This is an old pic, but I’d never seen it with the original product text/story (which has since been changed on the Treetopia website) [via]:
I don’t know what to say about this Treetopia billboard that recently went up in Los Angeles. I’ll let the tree’s description from the Treetopia website speak for itself:
“My first home was in a Vacation Bible School classroom where the students were learning all about Noah’s Ark and God’s promise to never again destroy the earth. Life was full of love; children sat close to me to be around the happiness that comes from rainbows and Christmas. I got to play the rainbow in all the church pageants. I was happy.
But one day the new minister’s wife ran in screaming, “That tree is a badinfluence on my little boy!!!” She pointed a shaking finger at me, and two burly members of the congregation picked me up and put me in a closet-like box. I didn’t understand what the uproar was about. After all, I’m Just a Rainbow Tree.
A few months and a cross country trek later, those closet doors were thrown open and I alighted onto the floor of a thrift store in San Francisco. A crowd gathered around; their “oohs” and “aahs” and “Fabulous!” escalated until they hoisted me onto their shoulders. I was paraded up and down Castro Street, and soon a line formed behind me as we sang “Somewhere over the Rainbow”. I was so overwhelmed by the immediate acceptance and love that I just burst into tears.
My place is still in that thrift store, in the center window, still drawing crowds with my 7 foot stature and cheerful looks (I don’t need lights!). Oh! Listen to this – Last Saturday a woman ran into the store and threw her arms around me. I’m used to that, but I was surprised when she whispered, “I’m sorry”. When she pulled away, I saw who it was: The minister’s wife, and right behind her was her little boy, wearing the loudest colors I’d ever seen on a child. “If wearing bright colors makes him happy,” she said, taking his hand, “then he can wear bright colors.” We all hugged, and live happily after ever.”
Dear future me,
Hope everything is fine and dandy. um;;; yeah i dont have much to say xD;
Good to know that you still use text emotes in the distant future lol :P.
Hello peeps :). Posting an update about stuff. I bought my first car last weekend :D. I’m relieved that i don’t have to take the train and buses to get to school anymore. The trip would usually take me 1 hr 30 mins to 2 hrs to get to school. Assuming that i don’t accidentally miss the bus X_X.
I can finally drive to the LG and Weho pride parades. I’m thinking about dressing up for the event. I have before, but they were pretty toned down.
Haven’t has time to make and post personal work due to school . My school means business and give us almost a ton of HW. That said, i have been working on more stamps. Those are on hold because of my school work load. For now, i’ll be posting school work and personal work if i have the time.
I also checked my follower’s list. Thanks peeps who are following me.
Off to do HW now (that or browse Tumblr some more :P).
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This is an old pic, but I’d never seen it with the original product text/story (which has since been changed on the Treetopia website) [via]:
I don’t know what to say about this Treetopia billboard that recently went up in Los Angeles. I’ll let the tree’s description from the Treetopia website speak for itself:
“My first home was in a Vacation Bible School classroom where the students were learning all about Noah’s Ark and God’s promise to never again destroy the earth. Life was full of love; children sat close to me to be around the happiness that comes from rainbows and Christmas. I got to play the rainbow in all the church pageants. I was happy.
But one day the new minister’s wife ran in screaming, “That tree is a badinfluence on my little boy!!!” She pointed a shaking finger at me, and two burly members of the congregation picked me up and put me in a closet-like box. I didn’t understand what the uproar was about. After all, I’m Just a Rainbow Tree.
A few months and a cross country trek later, those closet doors were thrown open and I alighted onto the floor of a thrift store in San Francisco. A crowd gathered around; their “oohs” and “aahs” and “Fabulous!” escalated until they hoisted me onto their shoulders. I was paraded up and down Castro Street, and soon a line formed behind me as we sang “Somewhere over the Rainbow”. I was so overwhelmed by the immediate acceptance and love that I just burst into tears.
My place is still in that thrift store, in the center window, still drawing crowds with my 7 foot stature and cheerful looks (I don’t need lights!). Oh! Listen to this – Last Saturday a woman ran into the store and threw her arms around me. I’m used to that, but I was surprised when she whispered, “I’m sorry”. When she pulled away, I saw who it was: The minister’s wife, and right behind her was her little boy, wearing the loudest colors I’d ever seen on a child. “If wearing bright colors makes him happy,” she said, taking his hand, “then he can wear bright colors.” We all hugged, and live happily after ever.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m25yjxQMuB1qak0qdo1_500.jpg)
