In the continuing list of inanimate objects and other non-human things I’ve said I’d marry.
Those would be my black heels, which were worn out five years ago, but are so freaking comfortable that I just can’t let them go until I’ve found a suitable … Continue reading
Reading is FUNdamental. Or something.
Look, I just ranted yesterday, so sorry about this, but there was an article that I am absolutely not going to link to (because more readers make the source happy) … Continue reading
Unless you’re describing the show to your blind friend, shhhhhhhhh.
I don’t care how quiet you think you’re being, or how important it is to tell your date that that last song was awesome, I CAN HEAR YOU. Unless you … Continue reading
I feel Vulcan, Oh so Vulcan, I’m revokin’ emotion right now!
Not really, but sing it to the tune of ‘I Feel Pretty’, and then write the next bit, please. That’s all I’ve got.
And now I’m picturing Manic Pixie Otter smashing out the window of her car, all sexy like. Theoretically.
Because no one can argue that Patrick Swayze wasn’t sexy as all get out in that movie, but the window smashing? That’s just poor planning. Use your disadvantaged street kid … Continue reading
Hello again! Did you miss me?
Hi everybody! (Hi, Doctor Nick!) I’m sure you didn’t notice my spotty attendance recently, but it was, and I was, and my excuse is not an excuse really. I was … Continue reading
Yoga is hard, yo.
“I call this pose ‘gracefullest kitteh’.” – Lord Charles of Ploppington, baron of the remote.
It’s a love that will last forever.
Coming soon-ish, various other characters marrying items I’ve promised to marry. For instance, cheese.
As drawn by the girl who just apologized to a table for bumping into it.
Mic drop.
Oh, please, do tell me all about how white cisgendered straight Christian men have it harder than anybody. I’ll just be over here, loading a Nerf gun with Tampons. You … Continue reading
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