At the age of five, I’m thinking Daisy plans to stick around for a long while.
Am most definitely working on that.
And now he is pacing around the house flexing and yelling ” YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE MESSING WITH, I AM LOW ON PAINT, BUT WHEN I GO TO THE STORE. WHEN I GO TO THE STORE, I WILL PAINT THE SHIT OUT OF THIS HOUSE. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE UNLEASHED. YOU WILL BE LIKE ‘OH, LOOK AT HOW SMOOTH AND CLEAN THE TRANSITION BETWEEN COLORS IS.’ YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I WILL PAINT THE SHIT OUT OF THIS HOUSE.”
I’m scared he is going to over hype and hit the neighbor or something.
I feel like there might be actually something seriously wrong with my health seeing as I’ve been bed ridden for a little over a week now, barfing up food that I have not eaten and other questionable things. But some how, even with this knowledge, I refuse to go to the doctor.
Instead, I sit in my bed, barfing and looking at cats in sweaters and man butts wrapped in pretty underwear.
what is wrong with me.
I dunno. Stopped caring a little after I answered it.
If it doesn’t effect me and it makes them happy, I say party on.
Anonymous asked: I just wanted to say that you are adorable and that you are in one of my favorite ships okay weird moment over bye
A ship. That is internet lingo for a pair, yes. I guess that is a bit odd seeing as I am a person, but I suppose that I am the last to judge what is considered normal or judge what makes someone else happy. I suppose the only part that really counts is that I was being thought of.
So, thank you for that and the kind complement. c:
I bought a new sketch book. I’ve never had one that had a proper spiral binding. They all end up coming loose or breaking. I hope this one holds up better than the others.
The majority of my sketchbooks are filled with sketches of butts and naked people that I’ve seen. And maybe a pony or two.