I don’t understand why you do this, vacuum.
You are not a dog.
Pony blogger, actual cactus, artist, writer, computer scientist, and linguist. New Jersey / Pennsylvania | 21 | male, he/him/his | asexual hispanic | Cereus repandus, or Peruvian apple cactus
I don’t understand why you do this, vacuum.
You are not a dog.
Fuck I hate this thing.
*flips house upside down*
WHERE
THE FUCK
IS
MY FUCKING LAPTOP
!?!?
So I went into the kitchen and saw that my mom left a post-it with the number 7 on it before she went to work.
It puzzled me for a minute, until I realized that it was amount of tacos we had left over. She wrote down the number so she can check if we ate them today.
GOOD FRIDAY WHY?
*stares at risqué drawing I just spent hours drawing*
What
am
I
doing
with
my
life
?
- A joke where someone does a title drop and someone else comments on how silly it sounds.
- A couple-fight scene between Rumble and Scoots containing the line “You are what you eat.”
- More animated posts when appropriate.
- Pumpkin and Pound cake playing catch with Spettro.
- To finally tell the stories of how they all got their cutie marks.
(Source: post-cactus)
I would do TMI Tuesdays. But the only questions I get are usually ones that have to with sex. :/
Eh. Whatever. Maybe today will be a good day. Go ahead.
My best friend (non-pony fan) just gave me the MLP Comic Issues 4 and 5 as an early birthday present.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
@_@ This clubhouse…
Boy. I really do suck at keeping friends.
First those assholes from the 4th grade, then the Coop members, then Chris, and now Baro.
I should just leave and disconnect myself from everything.
*sigh*
Suddenly got even more disappointed than I was earlier.
That really strange realization when you want to make a long post/rant that is aimed towards certain people and none of them follow the mod blog.
I'm depressed for some reason. And I hate when that happens. It just suddenly pops up on random days and it makes me feel like a piece of shit.