That clock appeared pretty quickly in-between the hours of 4 and 9 AM. I live near some kindly burglars.

Life needs a little color.



And soul-crushing reminders that some omniscient power truly hates worms.

WOOOO! PARTY TIME WITH THE SMELLIEST, AND NOW SLUTTIEST, RODENT EVER!!!

A ferret tall tee would solve this problem instantly.

True torment would be when he tells you that in hell, all they listen to is the Elliot Smith's "Los Angeles" on repeat.

Ugh, not this guy again. I GET IT! YOU REALLY CONSIDER THE 90'S TO BE A DEFINITIVE TIME IN AMERICA! MUSICALLY, IT WAS KIND OF COOL, BUTS THAT'S ALL YOU GOT! THE 90'S WERE BASICALLY THE 80'S BUT WITH MORE FLANNEL AND ANGST!
Reality Bites and Empire Records aren't the end all and be all of cinema, so stop dressing like an idiot.

That flower is a whore and she wants it. Don't go spreading your petals everywhere and not expect the unwanted attention, daffodil! You're asking for it!

I decided to stop resizing pictures. The newest update to my blogging app makes them look strange. In no way will this affect any of you. Mainly because there's 11 of you aaaaand I'll assume this blog means very little to you. That being said, I had a slow day at work.... Soooo PICTURES!!!

Also, I'm gonna level with you 11 people: I forgot I had this blog for a while. MY BAD.

Do you get it? If not, it's because you're an ignorant, dirty, American dog and I spit on you.

Being a derby girl does not make you sexy. Just so you know.