Houndoom is running around the living room and I cannot do a single thang about it.
Yeah yeah yeah it's generic and amateurish and frankly trite, but is it earnest? Is it sincere? Is there a heart underneath it all
“The name—of it—is ‘Autumn'— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road— Great Globules—in the Alleys— And Oh, the Shower of Stain— When Winds—upset the Basin— And spill the Scarlet Rain— It sprinkles Bonnets—far below— It gathers ruddy Pools— Then—eddies like a Rose—away— Upon Vermilion Wheels—”
— Emily Dickinson, The name—of it—is ‘Autumn’ (656)
Well
Trying to get a fitted sheet onto a mattress is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
I can be a wounded dog.
i like them FRAGILE with the disposition of a WOUNDED DOG THAT WANTS TO BITE ME but with a sweet side that will show ONLY after i've fed them enough pepperonis
no i don’t have plans later. i will, however, be taking extensive poison damage periodically for the foreseeable future. but beyond that my schedule is totally open
Hm. I may be experiencing… hunger. But I am slightly unsure. Better wait until my stomach hurts and I have a massive headache to eat snack.