Tried to be healthy.
Ate quinoa and stir fried veg.
Fucking ravenous.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
A Battle with Luna
Seriously, Cat?!
Scratching my face does NOT make
me want to feed you.
No. No. No. NO. NO!
You can not snuggle with me
after face attacks.
Get out, Luna cat.
Shared bathroom time has been sus-
pended. Shoo. Go. Now.
Fine. You can stay but
you can't rub on my legs and
be wicked cute, k?
You had one rule, cat.
One. You purr in the face of
my authority.
Scratching my face does NOT make
me want to feed you.
No. No. No. NO. NO!
You can not snuggle with me
after face attacks.
Get out, Luna cat.
Shared bathroom time has been sus-
pended. Shoo. Go. Now.
Fine. You can stay but
you can't rub on my legs and
be wicked cute, k?
You had one rule, cat.
One. You purr in the face of
my authority.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
First Day with Red Hair
Hair is not Nucle-
ar Red. It's "Devil's Dick Red."
Love you too, Cousin.
Yes, my hair is bright
as fuck red. Please remind me
every five minutes.
"Your hair is...uh...red."
"I'm gonna call you 'Red' now."
So creative, guys.
I get it. It's "cool."
And "edgey." It's not to a-
muse you. I'm just weird.
ar Red. It's "Devil's Dick Red."
Love you too, Cousin.
Yes, my hair is bright
as fuck red. Please remind me
every five minutes.
"Your hair is...uh...red."
"I'm gonna call you 'Red' now."
So creative, guys.
I get it. It's "cool."
And "edgey." It's not to a-
muse you. I'm just weird.
Labels:
co-workers,
cousin,
Devil's Dick,
dye,
family,
hair,
weird girl
Dexter in My Bathroom
After dying my
hair Nuclear Red my tub
looks like a crime scene.
hair Nuclear Red my tub
looks like a crime scene.
Monday, March 24, 2014
The Cheeseburger Sub Flub
Split lip ring hole (ouch)
eating a cheesburger sub.
I regret NOTHING.
eating a cheesburger sub.
I regret NOTHING.
Day the First
What will you find here?
A brand new car? I think not.
Words. Five, Seven, Five.
Funny haiku and
not so funny haiku. Just
haiku about life.
Fuck terza rima
and sestina too. They ain't
got shit on haiku.
Five-Seven-Five, Punk!
The champagne of poetry.
Moet, not Andre.
A brand new car? I think not.
Words. Five, Seven, Five.
Funny haiku and
not so funny haiku. Just
haiku about life.
Fuck terza rima
and sestina too. They ain't
got shit on haiku.
Five-Seven-Five, Punk!
The champagne of poetry.
Moet, not Andre.
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