Nat: Sorry I was up so late, I was working on a blingee for Avocado’s birthday. Me: Awwwww. How old is she anyway? Nat: I don’t know…6, 18, 35? No really, I think she’s really pretty young. Me: You should put her in a paper bag in the pantry…she’ll ripen faster.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOOOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOOOOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR AAAAAAANNAAAAAAAAA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO (high C) YOOOOOOOOOOU!
So yeah, don't get depressed 'cause you're over the hill and practically elderly.
Thanks for the birthday wishes and reminding me I’m 84 in tumblr years.
Last night all my dreams were centered around the sea and romance…sort of. One was in England, and this couple was in a sea side mansion when they got attacked by some German ships. They drowned the man and put a bag with piranhas over his head.
The second dream took place in the Pacific during WWII, in a submarine that was filling with water. There was a nurse on board who had left her boyfriend back home who she didn’t say goodbye to before leaving.
The last dream was sort of like The Twelfth Night, a woman washes up on shore, dresses like a man, yada yada, but in this dream, she was insane.