Sleeping Owly
I know I’m using the ‘this won’t end well’ tag, but I promise it’ll end better than the original. You know, the one where the prince rapes the sleeping princess, … Continue reading
RIP, my little friend.
All I have to say is that everything I dye at work right now has to be done twice because I’m working in ridiculous conditions with shitty equipment and no … Continue reading
By the way, I really want an eggroll.
In fact, I had one at lunch, and I would still happily nom eggrolls for dinner all the damn time if health/sanity/the paucity of drive-throughs with good eggrolls allowed. Sadly … Continue reading
Eh?
Mostly because it’s less hot there (stupid Texas! stupid global warming!), but they do also have prescription drugs and maple syrup/maple candy, and poutine, and cherry timbits. Tiiiiiiiiiiimbits. And moose. … Continue reading
This is why I’m not allowed to go to Michael’s.
Because oh my god, this was on clearance and how could I not buy it?It’s insulated! It has plates! And utensils! And cups! And napkins! The utensils have heart cutouts! … Continue reading
I’m back, now with more parentheses!
There are three reasons this is a dumb question. Well, okay, set of questions, since it’s almost invariably the irritating double-whammy of “Whatcha reading? What’s it about?” 1. Almost no … Continue reading
And he has wings of blue.
As am I — in fact, as of either tomorrow or Friday, I’m dyeing wool. Yaaaaaaaaay. . . sad trombone. The thing about dyeing is, usually if I fuck up, … Continue reading
He only meant to use a leeeetle glitter.
I realize you can’t really tell because it’s a scan, but that multicolored stuff is totally glitter. He figured, after yesterday’s brilliant necklace making, that he could move on to … Continue reading
He’s not great at tying knots.
This is what happens when he spends too much time at Manic Pixie Otter’s . . . den? burrow? space station? I’m going to go with den. In case you’re … Continue reading
FAAAAAAAALCOOOOOOOR!
Which is nice for him, I’m sure, since I’m currently overcommitted as usual and feeling sliiiightly hysterical. Excuse me, I may be retreating back to the blanket fort. It’s going … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 