there is nothing about this exchange that isn't normal.

we speak fluent puppy-bot.
you wouldn't understand.
it's fine.
it's a bff thing.

a little while ago andrea 

offered the entire world her skillz for free.

you better believe i took full advantage of this opportunity. 

here is what i described as my dream:

me + a robot holding hands. 

our free hands have finger staches and they are above our lips.

beneath there will be a caption that says something like "robots are friends" 

or something clever but gets the same message across.

and if we could be wearing really cool/hip/bright clothes that'd be awesome.

well, i guess robots don't wear clothes, but you know what i mean. 

i just want to look cool enough to be friends with a robot. 

pick whatever color/style you think will achieve that.

i trust you.

actually, maybe we shouldn't be holding hands. 

then people will get the wrong idea.

i'll leave that up to you and your artistic eye. 

never mind, let's be holding hands but the friend way,

 no interdigitation if you know what i'm sayinnn.

last night i got the best email of my life.

behold,

the finished product.

i.am.obsessed.

i can't stop staring.

this is beyond my wildest dreams.

thankyou.thankyou.thankyou.

andrea,

u r da kewlest. 

second edition.

along with photoshoots,

i also occupy my time 

in the worst/longest class ever 

with the following activities.

drawing robots, narwhals and zombies on my left digits

 

and scheduling in my planner

the best day known to wizards and muggles alike.

vii.xv

domo. domo.

i have the coolest friends ever.

last saturday i went home and missed a party.

i got this picture message of beth at said party.

this is sheer brilliance. 

do the dino dance.

we played scattergories at fhe.

our group had the best responses.

here are a few examples:

[letter = o]

tools: o.j. simpson

[letter = e]

things in a medicine cabinet: ecstasy

weapons: elastic bands

[letter = m]

things that are black: men

[letter = w]

body part: weenis

foreign food: wienerschnitzel

things you yell:  whore

i guess some of those answers were too spicy for some people to handle.

i got way too many appalled/disapproving looks for yelling whore.

it's like they've never seen mean girls.

in between sessions i got bored and drew on myself.

left ankle.

{i've been doodling dinosaurs a lot lately. hello, new obsession.}

right ankle.

{roboto by bethanie.}

we're thinking about going professional.

boop.beep.bop.

i just want to go robot hunting.

 

please&thankyou

i would very much like this pair of shades.

they're the ultimate robot-esque aviators.

aka. my dream deflector of sun.

owning a pair of these bad boys would definitely guarantee a rockin summer.

mmm baybay baaybay!!

{note: the second 'baaybay' was said with an upward inflection}