My cockatoo, Charity, is a taco-thief. As proven today. As she flew away with a whole one, as big as her body.
Control is an illusion.
Enzo casually opens and closes her cage door with zero trouble. All the fun goodies being on the inside of the cage is the only reason I don’t come home to pure chaos every day. That and chasing after the dog lost its appeal after a few weeks.
Freakin’ little imp.
1 month ago · 3 notes
So I sent a writing sample in to 50 Shades of Green for their ghostwriting contest. I’m not sure even 13 year old me would write something so heinous, and this is pretty damn heinous. I even squeezed an R-Pat reference in there. I was cracking up while writing.
Should I feel proud or wretched? Both? Yeah, both is good.
1 month ago · 1 note
1 month ago · 47 notes
There should be a game called “Tumblr Scrabble” where you win by using only words that Tumblr invented or misuses on a regular basis. Half the fun is arguing semantics and debating the origin of the word.
2 months ago · 8 notes