... yes? yes.

and here is a dancing bearded dragon.

i want stephanie meyer and laurell k. hamilton to co-write something. between meyer desiring all the money, and hamilton desiring all the bland, tepid, mary sue sexing, it will finally be the apocalypse so many churches have been screaming about.

which end is even the head

when i lived in the santa cruz mountains, we had a moth problem. though i didn’t see it as a problem at the time, because i was all inadvertently buddhist and shit and thought, oh yay, wee-small moths fluttering about. that changed the morning i came out to make tea and found moth larvae squirming around on the…

excuse me WHAT, there are NO PNW TOUR DATES?!?!?!?!?!?! we have legal weed, people! we have the rain! which is the only thing that makes you happy! D:

wait a tic, is this from that cinderella live action musical that used to rerun on the disney channel?

well there goes my ability to comfortably watch “in living color” and “major payne”.

i don’t remember my very first email, but i remember one of my earlier ones being an apology to my pen pal for thinking that nova scotia was in finland. she never talked to me again after that.

*cough-peppers-are-actually-fruits-cough*

i’ve only seen bears in the wild once. it was on a trip to tahoe, and i’d spent most of the driving time prior sticking my head out the window and yelling at the surrounding forest “please come out bears, i just want to see you, nothing more”. it was at a moment like this, leaving emerald bay, with my head of course…

yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~

it’s kind of a bastardization of few leslie knope compliments, so... yeah, have at it. :V

holy fucking shit. thank you so much.

STAAAAAAAANNNNDING TAAAAAALLLLLL

yeah, my dad thinks all religion is horrible and evil (he had catholic schooling as a child) and that obama was born in kenya. or ghana. or somewhere not america. i just don’t know when my father went crazy. maybe he always was and i was too preoccupied with my own crazies to notice.

my severely autistic brother walked in on me and various boyfriends a few times throughout the time i was living at home. it was always when he was doing his nightly checks on the doors in the house though, so he was preoccupied with that and never really noticed or cared about what was going on in the actual room.…

there’re a few independent coffee places here in seattle that use the square. i imagine it makes starting up a new cafe in coffeeland a little easier.

you beautiful, naive land mermaid.