I just noticed Xkit’s new extension. Thank you, this is perfect.
*flips file system looking for PC 1.3.11’s script*
*flips file system looking for PC 1.3.11’s script*
Guess you have no choice but to abandon Post Crusade and work full-time on Rain Catcher…
THIS IS SERIOUS. I HAVE 5 PANELS DRAWN OUT AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SAYING.
Also, no. That is a bad idea.
*flips file system looking for PC 1.3.11’s script*
I keep changing my blogs’ themes and overall look to match a certain style.
What will the future hold?
foals
a sleepy sunday morning
Seriously.
THREE guys have admitted to having THOSE kinds of feelings towards me.
It’s not that it’s creepy (though it kinda is). It’s just that it’s so foreign to me. I never had people reveal such things to and about me like that before. And I don’t know how to respond because I don’t feel that way to them! And then I start looking like the jerk so I try to explain or try to hide but it just makes it worse and eventually the friendship ends because of that!
HOW DO I DEAL WITH THIS WITHOUT LOSING A FRIEND. ;_;
Cupcakes and Rainbow Factory failed to shock me like it has to some others.
The same can be said in the case of Rocket to Insanity and Sweet Apple Massacre.
I never read Cheerilee’s Garden, though. And I won’t even touch that with a 500 meter pole.
Every few months during spring and summer, the West End of N. Plainfield enters “yard sale” mode. The streets are packed with people and cars and tables with old products to resell.
The main event is the GIANT sale on Vermule Mansion, which is an old house about a block from where I live. Then there’s the lazy ones who hold their little sales on their property. Neon advertising signs as far as the eye can see…
It’s been raining a bit all day, but that doesn’t stop ol’ West End from going out to buy cheap $2 Polaroid cameras and China plates.
Diaries is missing from that post because uploading a white rectangle is a waste of Tumblr’s server space.
It’s always fun to work on two blogs at the same time.
Wait.
No. No it’s not.