Let's discuss how everyone poops, shall we?
Or as Bradbury says, "FUD?!"
Take your time to enjoy this cat meme now, because TW abuse galore after it.
I have no clue what time zone we're in and I've already fallen behind with my "hour by hour" schedule, so Friday night must be a success so far. I feel like we're fast approaching the time of evening when we talk about embarrassing moments and don't care because: vices. I'll start: when I was in seventh grade, someone…
What this picture means to you:
Why is it always 1:45 in the morning when I get brilliant ideas?
When a random idiot mom friend tells your mom friend that a fever of 104 in a six year old is NBD, and 106 is the "worrisome number" and you have to be the childless asshole to break up the party with science.
Let me set the scene for you: It is gorgeously sunny outside, my cats have been feed, I (for once) got a wonderful night's sleep, and woke up feeling slightly disoriented (passing out on the couch while reading will do that to you), but naturally foot loose and fancy free.*
...after imbibing the substances that make everything wonderful and magic about the evening.
it's Friday, it's Group Drink/Smoke/Kink time, so I figure this is the best time to do an AMA about me and my life, so you know which dark overlord is looking after your comments. Many, many thanks to the ever wonderful and badass Zap for this idea!
Since our fearless leader and Goddess Divine is traveling today (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORCIA! Come back! COME BACK! I PROMISE WE'LL BE GOOD!), I have been tasked with our weekly Friday of the faces of fur.
Help me GT! (But from a distance, with glove and face masks on, because I feel like I'm dying from plague).
2014 sucked hairy donkey balls, but luckily for all of us, it's over now. I'm not big on resolutions, mostly because it's basically like inviting my clinical depression and insecurity issues to a personal "lack of self worth" feast, so I'm doing something different this year. I'm choosing an adventure to complete by…
If there is one immutable truth about this universe, it's that cats love to be dicks and are really proud of it.
I was just finishing up wrapping my cousin's gift for Christmas when I realized something: most people would probably think we are a group of huge assholes.
I have a question for everyone, and I'd really love to hear your thoughts on the matter. I have really specific opinions about it, but that's not the point of this post - I'm trying to understand if others even have an opinion at all. *Scary drumroll please*
Just in case you needed a handy, dandy easy to read chart during this holiday season.
You know what makes FRIDAY awesome besides booze? More booze! I mean...creative writing! Yeahhhhh, that's it.