Frankencorn throws himself over the edge, for he cannot bear the pain of being a monster AND totally, totally gay.

Eeeewwwww

The Coca-Cola bears demands are fucking ridiculous.

Bobby Jean Sue learns that Moonshine is magical.

I need about 20 houses.

Fridays are for Ponies!





Did I mention I like ponies?

How are unicorns born? I've got it narrowed down:

A. Unicorns aren't born. They just ARE.
B. They're made like diamonds- but instead of pressure and coal, its horn-lazers and the right angle of moonlight reflecting through a magical crystal cavern. (which is hidden in a magical mountain)
C. Unicorns are ghosts of Christmas.
D. aborted babies.

Feel free to personalize your desk.

"Ralph. Where should I put my bitchin' dragon?"

"Aww, put it next to the hippos"

Heres a random smattering of stuff I've saved from the internet for one reason or another. So, lets just say heres a trip INTO MY MIND!

Today is a good day for horses. Here's the world's smallest horse again. I hope he has little hearts on his butt.

I feel better. You know what's better than early Dylan? Fake Dylan. I don't know what this is, but I don't want to know, because I love it. I want to hide behind it's bushes, and wait until it comes out of the house so I can run into it casually and be all nonchalant like "Oh wow, I was JUST thinking about you! We should totally go hang out! In my basement!"

http://www.dylanhearsawho.com/home.htm



Green Eggs and Ham is my favorite

Losing what would have been a tiny victory anyway feels shitty. Shitty like bird shit. I feel like a bird shit in my eyes. Not by accident. Not like a bird pinned me down, pried my eyes open, and shat. Not by accident because I was standing under it, eyes wide open, hoping it wouldn't shit. But I knew it would shit. It sucks because I knew that it would shit. It ALWAYS shits. I stood under a bird that CONSISTENLY SHITS. So not only do I have bird shit in my eyes, but it was my own fault. It was a big bird, too. An Ostrich. That should have told me something right there. A consistenly shitting ostrich in a tree. I should have known better. I let a bird shit in my eyes. I practically asked for it and yet I'm pissed. wah wah, poor me.

I love BCBG. I love spring! I love big sleeves!

I scream you Scream



This was a present in the form of a tea-towel for my friend's birthday. Picture is a little crappy, but it's absorbent and that is what counts!