My horse once got a gash on his neck that looked like a vag while it was healing and that's all I can think of when I see this album art. I'm the worst.

I see what you did there.

So cold. I live out on the tundra in the country NW of the city. At least we don't have to deal with the cold wind off the lake out here. And farm rats are smaller than city rats.

I think photos of said fungown can be found in the slideshow at this link:

Straightforward Dicks will be the name of my backing band when I get my big break.

Or perhaps even scarier, they WERE all perfectly planned and executed.

Vomit, indeed.

True story: I called him Scowly for the whole car ride.

One time I looked out my window to see my cat slinking through the grass and stalking a blue heron that was hunting/fishing from the edge of our driveway bridge. At first I was like "go big or go home, Stewie!" and then I was like "shit, that thing will probably impale you."

Those claws tho.

This is similar to my grandma's dressing table. I tried so hard to find it a new home, but no one wanted it. I ended up just trashing it, and it made me sad. I didn't have a place or use for it, but I wanted out to find a good home. I do still have the big round mirror, and I still hope to rehome it.

My mom used to use rags on me when I was little. I remember one time there was a death in the family and we had to drive all night with my grandparents to get there the next day. My mom bathed me, put the rags in my hair, and we got in the car and I went to sleep. When I woke up at our destination the next day, the…

My mom slept in rollers every night when I was little, until she cut her hair short (maybe around 1987?). I live in my grandma's house and there was definitely a basket of the metal rollers and the plastic bristly ones in the vanity when I moved in. And yes, there was still a vanity/dressing table here too (2005). My…

I'm gonna be THAT GUY, but they are alpacas, not llamas. But llama drama is more fun to say, for sure.

I made the mistake of watching it this morning while on the treadmill at the gym. I SWEAR THIS IS SWEAT. NO REALLY, I'M NOT SOBBING, I'M JUST RUNNING HARD.

I do this too, but I admittedly don't care what I look like in public and I'm basically going to the gym and then back home to the farm (literally-I live on a farm) so it's not like anyone really sees me most of the time.

Yes, it seems to happen every few years, unfortunately.

When I go to Target I buy my little girl ALL the dinosaur and insect shirts because fuck Dora and the Disney princesses. But I still get her all the unicorn shirts because I'm not a monster.

That's a bummer! Finding a good food can be such a pain, especially if you're on a budget. :/

Just like knowing where your own food comes from, it's important to be informed about where and how your pet food is manufactured. Like we need one more thing to worry about, right?