Animals
in which i stood in front of the pengies for, at least, one hour.
After Dollywood’ing fah dayz, we decided to make a stop at the Whatever-It-Was-Called Aquarium. There were many fish. And they had the downstairs walk-through thing that brought you underneath the shark tank. AND THEN PENGUINS!!!!!!!!!!!! I am an excellent storyteller. Smiling guy! I don’t know what that dude was doing. ACK! (a few more)
in which you need to buy these things.
Listen up, losers! I’m sorry, none of you are losers. I don’t know why I said that. Anyway. My friend, Steff Bomb (I’d like to check that birth certificate, please), is an amazing plushmaker. And a darn-tootin’ good sketcher (sketchist?) as well. Currently, she barely lives in Chicago, IL, so I’m sending out some pleas [...]
in which my cats are disgusting, I guess.
(Please forgive my face and bangs and pimple-nose. Yikes.) Well, first of all, a month or so ago, Agnes ran straight across my face one morning, leaving scratches along the way. That was nice. And now? My cats are filthy. I don’t know where they’ve been hanging out. Maybe Agnes is going for the “Justin [...]
in which i’m somewhere in the middle.
I find that this place of business is all about lighthearted fare (like my Crushes and Gingers), or way too personal statistics about myself (like that time I told y’all how much I weigh (still crying about it!)); I’ve yet to just update you on my daily musings or adventures. I guess, mostly, because those [...]
in which i’m watching wayne’s world as i type this.
As I sifted through my ever-growing Google Reader the other day, I came upon this Once Wed post (which then led me here, and so on) and experienced crush-at-first-sight. On the both of them, like, as a couple. I can’t really explain, exactly, what caught my eye in such an intense way, but it’s like [...]