My mommy asked me to run some errands for her. So I did.
Also, I was pretty bored.
|sadly, this bored|
That being said, I don't have an awful lot to do everyday. As I already told y'all about, I've been waking up pretty early (for me, at any rate) lately, and I tend to exhaust my internet-surfing attention span at about 10:30 or 11 am.
|you can only look at so many lolcatz before you have to move on.|
|I have literally read this about 1.8 million times. If you haven't read it, I'm not sure we can be friends any more.|
|"What do you mean you don't take coupons here? I have a coupon for .30 cents off prune juice, by God! Mr. Fluffers needs to be regular too, you know. Ya fuckin hippy."|
|unless it was this baby.|
|give me a break. the only thing this is "true" to is consumerism and eating disorders. also freakishly large heads.|
Which I consent would probably be a terrible idea, as well as perhaps a bit of an overreaction. There's just something about those "Fur Real" pets that purr and move their legs when you stroke their backs that freaks me the fuck out. Just get a real cat! Or a stuffed animal that you can actually snuggle with and play with without fearing you'll break all it's delicate poky electrical parts. And don't even get me started on the moving dolls. *shudder*
|this is a doll. a freakish, horrible, horrifying, terrible doll.|
|as I hear that they sometimes do.|
|preferably one big enough to ride.|