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I’m considering putting a video camera in my car and putting it all on Youtube as “Put a camera in my friend’s car to prove how strange he is.”

Everybody will love me and my stuffed bobcat singing together.

My imagination is ridiculous until I try expressing what it’s saying.

For example, I have about eight pages worth on a superhero named “El Door Not Locko” with the ability to unlock stuff.

I write poetry here and there

But I never consider mine, or anybody else’s, to be good.

Wut.

Oh hey, Tumblr. After all my bashing of you, I may or may not be using this to just throw my future writings on. Don’t get your hopes up, homie, I usually delete anything I ever post after five minutes or so. 

Today I followed a white truck with a drunk driver from the interstate. Turns out, they were either my neighbor with a new car or someone visiting my neighbor. That was a little awkward.

I don’t get on Tumblr often, but when I do it’s because my cat is snoring with her eyes partly open, kind of looking in my general direction causing me to be frightened.

She murders so many things. I can’t even fathom the amount of dead things due to my cat. I love that cat. My other cat is loud, old and annoying, though. She doesn’t murder things and she twitches. Gross.

I still have more followers on here than on Twitter. Why don’t you people realize I hate all my followers on here and love all of my Twitter followers? You can never match them, failures.

To Tumblr, Love Pixel Union