I hate slip covers, but I hate the stuffing falling out of my loveseat more. So, we bought some new decorations for the living room. Pretty happy with how it turned out.
The dog likes it, too. That new rug? His new sleeping space.
Soon, i’ll do a picture of the little man’s room. Best decorated space in the whole damn house. We told him it’s cuz he’s the man of the house.
Anonymous asked: I'm so sorry for the torturing we've caused you, I really am, I apologise for the invasion of your personal life we've caused you. I'm sure you're watching what you post from now on because of us, and no one should have to live with restrictions, especially on a social networking-type site like tumblr. And if you decide to change your URL, I would just like you to know that I loved meeting you, you're truly an amazing, intelligent, adorable person, and has been a pleasure.
Heh. Thanks so much for the apologies. I’m not really tortured, though… and I am not particularly editing myself. Maybe I should, but this is the internet. So… yeah.
I suppose i’m really just flattered. Honestly, I get really excited to see all these. I’m waiting for the clues that someone ACTUALLY knows me, though. That’ll be the day I start editing hat I say, depending on who they are.
Anonymous asked: BUT YOU ANSWERED IT A DAY LATE.
But I SAW it on friday. So, I assume it was posted that day…
Seriously, though, guys…read Will Grayson, Will Grayson. All these quotes are going around from it. It’s a good book!
(via nanaylover)
Anonymous asked: I like the shirt you're wearing today.
Bullshit. I wasn’t wearing any special shirt. Say that on a day my shirt doesn’t match everyone else’s…
Anonymous asked: How would your students even get your URL?
They are crafty internet ninjas who WOULD spend more time looking me up than doing my assignments. CUz i’m so flipping cool.
Anonymous asked: Well, 'we' as in the 4-5 dedicated stalkers and question askers.
Damn. I thought it was a school-aged person who was anon. Now, I’m getting stuff during school hours. So, either i’m being stalked by a really bad student, or… I was wrong.
And I’m never wrong. It’s a weird feeling.
