Brb, Gotta Go Fall Off The Face Of The Earth For Abit.

Today we got to help a couple out with yard work, mostly involving raking up leaves, unfortunately, it was raining. So, ya. That was fun. The second I got home I layed down on the couch and passed out for two hours. Yay.

My dad just called me into his room. I was sure I was in trouble, like majorly-screwed-grounded-till-collage kind of trouble. When I walked into the room, he handed me a full pint of key-lime ice-cream with barely a spoonful taken out of it.

I would say I'm surprised, but this is honestly like the twentieth time he's done this.

I need to stop being to paranoid.

Now presenting, my little sister:

"Are you done with life- Oh, a tomato!"

*Picks up tomato and sniffs once before biting into it like an apple*

"This needs to be washed."

Pesky Birb

Someone recently replied to a comment I made a while back, and I thought I'd put in here!

"This is why I want to be famous. So people have someone they can make sillie little videos about or draw pictures of. Someone they can write stories about and watch compilations of. I know some people would be uncomfortable if they found people making content about them, but I like the idea of people having someone that they talk about or that inspire them make things they're confidante enough to share it with others. Just existing could put a smile on at least one person's face, and that just seems worth it."

The kidneys connected to the egg bone.

The egg bones connected to the flip phone.

The flip phones connected to the trombone.

The trombones connected to the mouth stones.

The mouth stones connected to the red cloak.

The red cloaks connected to the leg room.

The leg rooms connected to the lawsuit.

The lawsuits connected to the bomb soot.

The bomb soots connected to the *shoots gun twice*

And these are the months of the year!

*claps hands twice like in if you're happy and you know it*

Shoot the messenger, send a message.

"I crave death and sleep, but mostly sleep."

AO3 Authers are a vibe.

My little sister moved her desk into our closet, so now she's my secretary. Every time I leave the room, I'll open the door and say, "Hold all my calls and clear my schedule, I'm going out." It's funny because later she'll come up to me and tell me about all these fictional businessmen she had to deal with in my absence, and if that's not what siblinghood is all about, I don't know what is.

Online interaction I had that makes me smile for some reson:

"Does that mean there's a very killable child in the area?"

"Oh, damn. You're right....."