But why Wyoming? All the sin is down in California. Did the crack get lost?
But why Wyoming? All the sin is down in California. Did the crack get lost?
I can't even say the word gash with a straight face. And I'm totes mature.
Really? We’re going to keep using the word “gash” without tittering like a bunch of 12 year olds? Well, I guess if you can, I can too...
Wyoming is trying to be the Florida of landscape freaks.
I like springing forward. I love the longer days. More daylight please!
I hate weather. Is that wrong? No. It’s not.
It’s changing the time on my watches that’s difficult. The stoopid stems lock down now and there’s a different secret trick to each one.
Exactly. What, extra hour of sleep? Lol.
I’m never too old to enjoy getting gifts! Gifts gifts gifts.
Thanks for pointing that out. Personally, I would prefer daylight savings time all year. Sunlight before 10 am is useless to me. I could get up earlier but ... nah.
I feel this. I am depressed, anxious and tired from late September until fucking April. It’s the only thing that really makes me go “hey maybe Florida isn’t so bad”
I fucking hate this day, worst day of the year. It marks the day at which I won’t leave work before it’s dark out for the next 4 months. Ugh.
Pitch black by 5pm today. Dammit!
It's not quite here, but it's coming.
So my cat has this weird habit of waking Mr Pies and me up exactly 2 hours before our alarm. She basically decides it’s time to check on our liveliness, delivered via loving paws in our faces and chirping when we give her sleepy pats. She somehow KNOWS when we plan to wake up. I’m talking 0415 on weekdays for the 0615…
I’m occasionally disturbed by the fact that you can legislate TIME. Like Arizona has no DST. Because they don’t want it. However, the best thing about winter is my hot water bottle. My husband asked me today if it was the best thing he’s ever bought me. Hands motherfucking down. Fired that baby up today and it’s only…
This was my first thought as well. But then my first thought on anything often involves Python, so.
Oregon Trail, 2015 edition: “you have died of bubonic plague”