Goodnight/ Good Morning, tumblroos, everywhere <3
I’m going to try and go crazy and fall asleep.
glitterbubbles:
you can’t change that by getting all… bendy.
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Oddly pleasing sensation
Working from a bit before noon until 6 pm
Then from 8 to midnight
Coming home
Taking off shoes and socks
Trimming toenails
Everyone: you should go to bed.
Me: no.
And that’s how I know I’m sick. Because I always want to go to bed. Bed is great. I just want to get a few thousand things done first.
anyway, I might be a little sick. I took these pictures yesterday, I was probably going to tell you a story about how, everyday for the past several years, after our walk, I would take Cowboy over to run in AuntPretty1’s yard and hang out with Bowie and when Cowboy died and Jazz came along, I starting taking her. It’s important for dog cousins to hang out with each other, even if they mostly ignore each other. I just liked the look of those snaps in my sweater pocket.
Any girl under the age of 17 is the enemy.
Paris Gellar at her craft station; my tumblr is almost complete!