Okay, so I’m cranky as fuck for no reason I can discern, and everything is rubbing me the wrong way—pushing me into that strange sort of liminal space just on this side of depression which mostly manifests in anger and frustration and a desire for a drink.
…And I can’t drink today.
SO. While I’m here working on this tattoo cover-up commission for work, maybe you’ll consider sending me:
-funny jokes
-pleasant news
-random bits of ridiculousness
-inspiration
-cute kitten pictures
-quotes from shit I might like
-gif ideas you’ve always wanted to see happen
-cheerAnd in return, I’ll agree not to start a running liveblog about every drop of bullshit that’s annoying me that second. Extortion? Nah. Let’s not consider this extortion. Let’s consider this…being neighbourly. Internet neighbourly. Hello, neighbour. Got anything lovely to share?
Lindentreeisle showed me a cute video and told me a story about it today.
Here is the cute birdie video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yS_GPoHHcTk
And the story is about why Pepper the cockatiel came running out at the sound of his owner’s mom:
He HATES her mom. Because one time when she was a kid, he flew up a tree, and wouldn’t come down till her mom grabbed her and pretended like she was going to spank her so he’d fly back down to defend her. Ever since, he has hated her mom so much that when he hears her, he’s like, “IT’S HER. Gotta get out there and fuck her up!”