Bored?

I really have nothing interesting to divulge today. Nor do I have anything remotely cute to show you. I'm simply tired of cleaning.

I hate how, in order to clean, you have to make things even messier. I had a very organized sort of mess in my habitat. I knew where things were, I just had to dig a bit to find them. Black sweater? Yeah, it's right here, under this pile of shoes.

But now, everything is strewn about all willy-nilly, and I probably couldn't find that black sweater if it had a freakin GPS beacon blasting a "come hither" signal away to some far off satellite, which, in turn, blasted a "hey dumbass, it's over here" signal back to my brain. Yes. I believe this is how that sort of thing works. I should work for NASA. Or the CIA. Or something.

Oh well. I'm off to dive back into the swirling black waters of mess-death.

An open letter to Taylor Swift

Dear Taylor,

While I find you completely sweet and adorable, I just can't bring myself to believe your whole "she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts" scenario when you are dancing around in a silvery glittery mini dress.

Sincerely,
Bree

JSYK

Bree is sick again. Please send presents.

Meow Mix

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These girls are fantastic. This song has been stuck in my head for days. It's quite catchy.

Check out more of their videos here, or you can just search youtube for Garfunkel and Oates.

oh snap, hit the brakes!

i hope liz doesnt mind that i deleted her cursed double post


cause i just did


anyway


its my friend, the gigantic terrified deer head!


well call him ted


hes a good buddy o'mine


he resides in north dakota (liz will supply the city name, because i dont feel like remembering), in a saloon type environment


i believe (which doesnt necessarily make it true) that there was also a ginormous sombrero in this building