You know that feel when you want to draw something and you have 1398474 ideas floating around in your head, but when you look at a piece of paper you have 0 ideas and you forget how to draw?
Or how about that feel when you have 3-5 songs written out in your head and you know that you need to record them but you don’t feel like getting any of your recording equipment out and setting it up.
Brain, Y U DO THIS!?!?!
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Tell them, Fefer. Tell them what for it means to be…Super Sans Weiner Butt.
I had a pretty eventful afternoon. One that required me to get close to nature without my consent. To set this story up right I need to tell you the events leading up to my little incident. This story’s pretty long so get comfortable.
It was beautiful outside, the first true spring-like day of this spring. I decided I was going to clean out my car as it was getting pretty messy with trash. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a trash bag out from under the sink, and went out to clean out my car. What I didn’t realize was that I had left the cabinet door open under the sink. This will come into play later.
I got my car cleaned out. I decided to hangout outside for a little longer since it was so nice. I decided to get my golf clubs out and hit some golf balls around the yard. I went back inside after 30 minutes or so.
For some reason or another I decided I wanted to count the change in our change jar and roll up what I could. I sat at our dining table for who knows how long counting change. I ended up with almost $70 in change. Not too shabby. After I finished I got up to wash my hands because money hands are nasty. That’s when I saw it.
Boy do I have a story for y’all! I’m not going to try to fool anyone. It’s a story of how nature decided to prank me today. I’ll have the story with pictures later after my dad and I fix the thing that caused it.