Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts

Thursday, January 10, 2013


Friday, January 6, 2012

Big Galumph. 

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Our sun will die.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I recognize that puddle

It turns out I don’t really want to have sex. I guess I just got confused because you’re so great!
ASW

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Don't you think she looks tired?

There's not enough light in my room.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

“Looking forward to killing you.”


Got home at almost 3am.
I slept through almost all the daylight. I woke up at 7pm. 7. That's impressive even for me.
No one disturbed me.
Arm is already sore and marked with red welts via my darling Maya.
Puppy peed on me in the first hour of being home and holding it.
And my mom is making curry tonight.
Perfect.

Friday, November 26, 2010

When there’s a will, there’s a relative.

“Did aunt Pat do anything right?” –Uncle Tim
“She died.” –Aunt Patty


I napped after everyone left and dreamed about Harry Potter and cleaning.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Ahhh, lederhosen bonding.


Breaking from cleaning to have some tea. We're getting take out pizza because again, we don't feel like making anything tonight. We have to make so much over the next 24 hour.
I have to make 6 pies tonight. 6!
Usually I only have to make 4:
Two pumpkin and two pecan with one of each having a gluten free crust for my aunt.
This year though, my mom is into making apple pies so I get to make two of those as well.
Tonight is going to be fun.

Dead peoples things for sale.

I ache in all the places others get pleasure.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

“Killer in the hooooooouuuse.”


Wednesday, September 1, 2010

“I want girls on bread.”



Mac is getting old.
"I can't tell if this is fun or not..." -Alyssa
NYS Fair.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

You must suffer to be Beautiful.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

A stranger is just a friend you have yet to meet. Or, maybe a rapist...

“I feel like I haven’t been living my life. I just want to do at least one illegal thing to you tonight.”

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

At the next interaction, turn left.


Monday, April 5, 2010

“Her mind is like scrambles eggs I think.” -Emily

You don't play a hunt.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

What are you, new?

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

22 Hours