- dad: MY LIPGLOSS IS POPPIN MY LIPGLOSS IS COOL
- me: dad
- dad: ALL THE BOYS KEEP STOPPIN THEY CHASE ME AFTER SCHOOL
- me: dad no
- dad: MACK SOMETHING MURIEL I DON'T REALLY KNOW THIS PART
- me: dad please
- dad: WATCHU KNOW BOUT ME WATCHU WATCHU KNOW BOUT ME
- me: don't mind me i'll just be downtown at the adoption agency
Get your facts straight, Anderson.
Sherlockian, primarily. This blog will, therefore, be mostly Sherlock. A fairly simple deduction. The game is on.
eighteen years ago
my mom was told by the doctors that there was a 97.5 chance that i would be born with down’s syndrome. they
told herheavily implied that she should abort me. she didn’t. when i was born HOLY MUSICAL BATMAN no down’s syndrome.thanks for not terminating me mom
love ya
in the theater with my dad at the Avengers
- dad: is that Sherlock Holmes?
- me: uh huh.
- dad: he's quite roguishly attractive, isn't he?
- me: yes but dad that's kind of gay.
- dad: don't tell your mother.
- me:
- me:
- me:
- me:
- dad: just kidding.
- (little bit later)
- dad: who is the guy with the horns?
- me: that's Loki.
- dad: your one true love?
- me: yeah-huh.
- dad: well, i approve. he has fantastic cheekbones.
- me:
- me:
- me:
- me:
- me: no wonder i am the way i am.
last day of school
- friend: did you just sign my yearbook as god?
- me: yes.
- friend:
- friend:
- friend:
- friend:
- me: going to hell in a handbasket, i am.
The only Sane Woman. Or, you know, not.: so basically i know what’s gonna happen in the next avengers movie....
so basically i know what’s gonna happen in the next avengers movie. some evil dude will come along and kick everyone’s ass, and then suddenly one of the brighter heroes (probably not thor) is gonna be like, “hey, loki can save us somehow.” so they’ll skip off to asgard to retrieve loki, and…
I’ll infiltrate the screenwriter’s guild to make this happen.
I didn’t know if this was a thing or not. So I’m making it a thing. Presenting
My Hands Are Bananas
by
some random kids somewhere
(Source: theonlysanewoman)
The only Sane Woman. Or, you know, not.: The get to know tag thing
I have been tagged by the beautiful Lucy (lunastolethetardis). Hello Lucy! *waves*This tag is to get to know the person behind the blog better. As with any tagging game there are rules:
Rule 1 - Post the rules.
Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and…
- Devil: Come to hell.
- Me: No.
- Devil: There's free WiFi.
- Me: Okay.
singing along to songs whose lyrics I don't know
- Me: I SET FIIIIIIIRREEEE, TO YOUR FACE!
- Friend:
- Friend:
- Friend:
- Friend:
- Friend: You do know that's not actually how it-
- Me: YES IT IS.
For All Children Grow Up, Save One
Once there was a boy named Peter Pan, who never wanted to grow up. And so, he never did.
He flew away to Never Neverland with Tinkerbell, his fairy. They had many adventures there, in the land of wild things and innocence and all creatures and children that do not ever wish to be tamed.
But though I am sure you have all heard his story, here is another. This tale has not yet been told, but it is important just the same.
Peter Pan was not always alone.
He had a family, long, long ago.
He had a sister.