Yes. When the last tree withers, when the very air you breathe is naught but smog and flame. Through the very ashes of all that will or ever could be, I will be posting here.
I dropped a full bottle of shampoo on my foot in the shower and made a noise like that of a pterodactyl.
Most week days if I get back from college on time I have to look after my lil siblings while mum goes and gets the other lil sibling from school. Most of their programs are amusing (toby`s traveling circus, Ben and hollys little kindom etc) But there is one that reduces me to tears in sadness. Me, the emotionally stunted sociopathic pep I am. Celestia darned Bing bunny. Him being upset because he played too rough with a balloon his guardian( who is a some sort of living teddy bear deamon thing) drew a face on, then putting it into a "bye bye box" makes me actually cry. And I have no idea why.
I went to the flea market with my dad today. About a block from my apartment, I realized that I forgot my phone. As we were only going to the one place, I decided that I didn't need it, and we kept going. As we pulled into the parking lot of the market, I noticed a car show across the street. When I walked over to take a look around, I saw a very recognizable vehicle. It was the Munster Koach. Sitting beside it, Dragula. Sitting beside Dragula was a small booth, and sitting inside the booth was Butch Patrick, the man who played Eddie Munster as a child. AND I DIDN'T HAVE MY ****ING CAMERA!!!
