A few days ago a local used car dealership commercial is on. As the
commercial ends my eyes swing up to the TV to try to see their tagline.
me: what do they rock out with?
me: because the saying is ‘rock out with your cock out’
AuntMurble: *alarmed look*
me: so he probably said ‘car’? That doesn’t even make sense. Fairly inappropriate tagline for an Iowa ANYTHING…even a used car dealer…or the best. idk. (I start to leave the room) used cock dealership.
I think we’re both usually pretty relieved when I leave the room.
UncleDucey: I didn’t hear you come down here.
me: I could start wearing a bell.
Felt like writing in photoshop like a diary/twitter/some combination. Relaxing!
I wanna read about aliens & weird science shit.
I could really go for a roll in some friendship right now.
Sarah sent me a gif gift <3
Am I a PotatoCat? I’ll leave it to history and science to sort it out.
I keep thinking
my claws are out because
I’m digging in. I’m fighting for this
tiny shred of…happiness, maybe?
it’s very small. I can’t really see it. but it’s mine.