As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor
Ok but am I the only one who gets unnaturally pissed off when the bully dialogue in a movie is unbearably cheezy
Are you ever just thinking about a sentence and suddenly you yawn or stretch or just stare off for a second and realize the sentence you were thinking of kind of trailed off without you into some entirely random thing
How is it that some days you look at your art and go ah hm yes I am happy this exists and other times you kinda want to string your bifurcated corpse on a highway overpass
Whenever I design a character the first thing I ask myself is how is this design going to tell cosplayers “come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough”
Hm how should I heat up this tiny amount of milk
*sees weird old antique candle holder*
Yeah that should hold the right amount
*walking away from microwave*
Should I heat it for longer than 15 seconds?
Nah, that things made of silver, it’ll heat up quicker
I remember once I switched all the hot and cold faucet knobs in my house and its been several years and I still confuse them
Hello lovelies-sorry I haven’t been doing anything for a while but it’s because tHIS HAPPENED:
So one day I was sitting by a kitchen window when I heard a sharp wail coming from somewhere.
Long story short I discovered a couple of strange fluffy golf balls under some tall grass against my house aND SINCE I HAVE DISCOVERED THEY WERE IN FACT WEEK OLD KITTENS THESE THINGS HAVE BEEN CONSUMING MY LIFE I CAN’T PUT THEM DOWN ALSO I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IN THE HELL THEY CAME FROM
See I may have mentioned my Halloween Princess Gwenivieve, but the thing is, I THOUGHT she was spayed. However shes been treating them as though they already know each other-the little twins purr when shes near and she licks them and carries them around, yet I haven’t seen her nurse them so I’ve been fumbling around with an eyedropper for a few days now trying to keep these guys from breaking my heart with their tiny mews.
So here they are compared to a pair of old glasses I found.
Don’t be fooled-they aren’t in some big laundry basket. That’s a two-inch deep tacklebox.