
And this, I actually have spent time looking at this this thing, whose only appropriate place is hanging blandly on your emotionally-delicate-aunt-who-wears-a-lot-of-purple’s downstairs bathroom wall
God help me.

And this, I actually have spent time looking at this this thing, whose only appropriate place is hanging blandly on your emotionally-delicate-aunt-who-wears-a-lot-of-purple’s downstairs bathroom wall
God help me.
How about 500 men on niteflirt send me 2 grand each, and I do nothing in return?
How about that?
Sound good?
Sometimes I feel like a really unbalanced character build.

IDK I thought you might in some way benefit from having this image of Orko in your lives.
Every time my husband finds a tick on the dog: Found a capitalist!
Tick: Um, I’m a blood creator.
Half Conan O’Brien, half Conan The Barbarian
But hey, that’s Providence, what can you do? At least we get good Italian food.
And D was like “Your muse is a 64-pound caramel coloured pitbull born on Halloween”
and I thought of the nine muses and imagined like:
and then I was imagining Tonka in a Chiton and laurel wreath
No, I’m not going to explain further
Me at 7:12 AM, not having slept, listening to Johnny Tilston’s “Poetry In Motion” for the fifth consecutive time, wearing one false eyelash, a half unzipped party dress and a fuzzy pink bathrobe: Why am I like this?