Hey guys, I could use some creative input here! :D
First off, pardon the crappy pictures. Hopefully they’re decent enough for you to get the general gist of the thing. Anyways, here’s the deal: I feel I should paint the white border because it looks too white against the more aged yellowish look of the rest of the box. Here’s where you and your impeccable sense of aesthetics come in: What colour should I use? Will black be too severe? Should I go for a dark brown instead? Or a lighter brown maybe?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORWAY! :D
omg this picture needs a newly crowned candy cane usurper cackling maniacally in the background
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO THE CANDY CANE KING yes I named your cartoon character victim
First pic reaction: Mmm, yummy Second pic reaction: O.o
When Nothingeverlost asked for a ship name for Archie/Ruby/Whale I suggested Red Frankencricket, to which Lost replied:
I have the funniest image in my head now of a little frankenstein monster cricket blushing.
So this sort of happened… :P
I’ve joked about my abysmal gift wrapping skills before, but the sad thing is that I’m actually trying. :P
You had me at not crushing my boobs.
i would probably just end up like
and that can’t be healthy
Nor comfortable. I would probably end up like this:
I was also just told by my good friend Alatariel that I am a freak for starting with my tummy when I wash in the shower. According to her sister’s school book 25% start with the feet and wash their way up, and 75% start at the top and wash their way down. So I’m a part of the invisible percentage that starts in the middle.
Conclusion? I’m a becial little snowflake without a palmaris longus muscle and a very clean tummy.
PS: I may have gone a little overboard with the arrows and explanations.
PSS: For the record I do not actually shower with a rubber duckie. (But that’s only because I don’t have one.)
PPPS: Apparently I cannot spell “PPS”
The Communists are about to invade the fun house, so I’m using this opportunity to drink as much carbonated sugary drinks as possible before they get here. It’s a fine line, because if I get the timing wrong I will get really sick - for some cruel reason my body craves sugar something fierce during “invasion time”, but it also makes the cramps ten times worse… But judging from the intensity of the sugar cravings and the pain in my back I’m not quite at that stage yet.
So! Coca-Cola and Irn Bru FTW! :D Cheers!
PS: This comes under the category of “Too much information”, I know, I’m sorry. :P
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORWAY! :D
I just had a disturbingly clear mental image of my future autopsy report…
Cause of death: Bizarre shoelace accident
Just finished Easter dinner. In our house we eat the same thing as we do on Christmas Eve, which is pinnekjøt, puréed rutabaga, Sauerkraut and potatoes. It varies which day, but we always eat it once during Easter. It’s as traditional as we get in our house.
Like I said, just finished Easter dinner. And true to form and true to tradition, my mom served akevitt to the meal. My mom is really fond of akevitt. I’m not. But it’s tradition, y’know. At least in our house. It’s tradition to get a shot of akevitt before a pinnekjøt meal, and then mom will refill the glasses as needed during the meal. This is not a problem, usually, ‘cause, y’know, tradition: I’ve been served a shot of akevitt to pinnekjøt since I was like twelve. (Though, back then, I must stress, mom did not refill my glass. Just one shot, and she claimed it was medicinal. Which it is, I guess, since akevitt is made of caraway, which is very good for the tummy when you’re eating heavy, greasy food. It’s forced drinking, sure, but in a nice way. If there is such a thing.)
Aaaanyway, my point (yes, I do have one) is that I slept late today and did therefore not bother to eat breakfast before dinner. And I had the traditional shot of akevitt before the meal… on an empty stomach. And now I’m old enough for mom to refill my glass without qualms. So now my head is feeling… well, heady, and when I rose to get the phone just now I actually swayed.
… It’s pathetic that it doesn’t take more alcohol to make me tipsy. -groans-