Because naming things something memorable matters. And because I am (allegedly) Loki, the mattering matters more.
The Defibrillator Toaster
My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”
“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!! NURSE, WE NEED 12 CC’S OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!”
He’s bread, Jim.
Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M
If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast!
JESUS CRUST.
JAM IT!
“Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”
This must be mine
(via april-december)
Tumblr has changed again. For the worse. Again.
So now, the reblogged lines that connect a user’s name to their comments get fainter and fainter until they disappear completely. Now I can’t tell who said what.
And they’ve changed the grey/white contrast. Which means I can’t see the editing and…
Ooh, I see what you mean. Think I might stick to apps, they are at least legible…
Maybe that’s the evil plan?
Can’t Repeat the Past by *Callesto
For Fi, because it’s just so damned beautiful.
Because why find a bed of my own when your elbow is good enough?
I got “My Neighbor Totoro” as a gift from my parents! Yay me!!! :)
If I could make this, I would so be in heaven about now ^_^
I am so proud of myself right now.
nobodybetterhavethisoneoriswear:
Henry and I made dinner together last night.
While we were discussing celery, he revealed that he is a communist, which should make tumblr happy.
If you two could do a show forever, I’d watch you all the time.
Pretty sure this is how I cook. Except with me something usually burns/scalds/blows up.
I’m not even kidding. I made a lava flow out of cocoa in the microwave once. And discovered a noxious gas made from sugar and food colouring while trying to make edible glitter.
Another artiste in the art of ‘throw it at the pan, if it doesn’t stick then stop being a pussy and eat it.’
How I didn’t die at Uni I will never know.
……
….. A thought has crossed my mind….
…How do I survive eating dinner at your house?
The Totally Inappropriate Beds of Lottie post. I apologise for making everything about the fluffball… but… how can you not when you get photos like this?
This pretty much sums me up on walks as a kid. That or I was hot. Also thirsty. And hungry.
This was me this afternoon. Whoever said being out in a field in the middle of a snow ‘flurry’ was a good idea lied.
For Fi, the post is looking a bit raggedy already. Mad kitty!
Mad, mad high kitty.
Literally
