Just like Alice, you followed instructions! You clicked the button! Here is your prize:
It’s a selfie of me wearing a crochet unicorn horn.
Have a non-stabby day!
Jody & Meankitty
Don’t sing really clever dirty limericks to yourself in the car, because you can’t write them down. You can never get those dirty limericks back. You’ve got to save that shit for when you have a pencil and paper.
Becoming a zombie is pretty rough, what with the being dead and then eating gross organs and all. I think zombies should develop the superpower to screw someone’s brains out. It would making getting dinner a lot easier for them, and what a way to go for their unsuspecting partner! But I really think they need to work on their hygiene first.
Smart. Snarky. Seductive. And that’s just the books.
A text conversation with DH:
Me: I need a smaller laptop so I can edit/write during the 40 minutes I spend in the pickup line at school. The Beast (current laptop) is too big. He doesn’t fit between me and the steering wheel.
DH: Try my netbook.
Me: It uses Open Office, not Word. Going between the two corrupts my documents and I don’t want my books corrupted by anything but the sexy sex.