This cannot be coincidence.

And it can't be simple forgetfulness. Things are taking advantage of the chaos in the house to deliberately relocate themselves, possibly in some sort of pocket dimension, where I can't find them. And it needs to stop.

Ambrosia Rose is entirely to blame for this.

But, as she says, she likes to spread the joy.
A giant squid? Hogwarts?


OTP!

I wanna jam wit' you

This is not intended to include my friends who are functional smokers--those who engage in marijuana use and can still perform acts of complicated brain activity like "Wasn't I supposed to be somewhere at two," or "Why is my phone always ringing and how do I answer it," or "From where did these mysterious couch cushions appear?"


However.
I fucking hate potheads.

(no subject)

Three years later, this is still awesome.

Sorry, no giant squid this time.