Not sure if troll.
Don’t know if troll.
I can’t …
Not sure if troll.
Don’t know if troll.
I can’t …
This is a photo of me on Hallowe’en of 2011, waiting for Lisa’s cat to fuck off so I can read my book. Spoiler Alert: Lisa’s cat did not fuck off.
It’s a fact of some mystery to myself and everyone who knows me that cats seem to like me. If there are a bunch of people in a room and a cat, the cat will always find me and promulgate several avenues of nuisance upon my person.
I had some atheist cartoons lying around my hard drive. I planned to put them into a solo1y.tumblr megapost, with a little explanation or comment under each one, but I think I have enough to merit an entire new tumblr. And here it is. Because clearly my problem is that I’m not running enough blogs.
Other blogs I run include:
Now you know.
Proof that I am not a nice person. Vanessa is the same Vanessa who owns Cattington, whom she carelessly thrust into my custody for two weeks while she fucked around in Las Vegas. For those who don’t understand why I hate cats so much, here is the permanent record of our Saturday together. I should probably just transcribe the whole thing onto tumblr.