As a part of my draw ALL the InCryptid family members, I also drew Aunt Rose AKA Rose Marshall, the Phantom Prom Date, or The Girl at the Diner.
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As a part of my draw ALL the InCryptid family members, I also drew Aunt Rose AKA Rose Marshall, the Phantom Prom Date, or The Girl at the Diner.
And that’s how Matt learned that blunt force trauma kills people
[dnd] you know how sometimes your new giant frog gets possessed and you have to exorcise it? yeah.
An abundance of ghosts
Tales of Zestiria - Rose Punch [ENG DUB]
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I come back this this video every now and then, as reminder of the good things in Zestiria.
No One Is To Blame
Birthday Weekend! I’m of a mind where birthdays don’t mean much any more, most of the time I can’t remember just how old I am. I feel 20. I’m 34. Thankfully, I’m not 2o, I wouldn’t want to return to that hot mess for anything if I had to do that over again just the same. Not that getting older bothers me it just seems strange to me that I’m practically middle aged now. It feels bizarre.
Like Betty White, I am not old.
So what’s the fallout from turning 34: not much. Being practically middle aged means I already have most anything I would want as a present, except for visits from friends. My husband took the eccentric route to birthday gift giving and bought me a ticket on the ghost tour at the old Booneville Tuberculosis Sanatorium, now home for adult shortbussers, that is supposedly haunted all to hell. We’re going with a friend of ours who has her own ghost hunting equipment, so people, this is going to be ridiculous. I’m praying that somebody has made a t-shirt for me to buy becaus it’s begging for it.
We got equipment, shit's going down.
We went to the fair. Meh. Note to self: BUY THE ARMBAND NEXT YEAR. I think the three of us rode three rides and spent $65 doing it. Thats fucking crazy. If I didn’t have a kid and went to the fair to eat the food and walk the midway and pet baby goats and buy t-shirts and goth necklaces like in the old days, great, that’s fun. Instead, I have this demanding kid who doesn’t understand that if he throws some darts and doesn’t hit anything, that he doesn’t WIN anything, and then he will punish me by being a whiny brat. My new catchprase is: Please…HAVE KIDS. It’s fulfilling 20% of the time!
Just kidding I don't do anal.
Dave and Little Miss Cotton got me a pack of colored pencils so I can now resume coloring my history nerd coloring books. I don’t have any artistic ability any more, my hands shake too much and they won’t do what I want. A million years ago I loved to make stuff on a potter’s wheel and I was really good at it, but I can’t be happy with anything I make any more. Sometimes though, I can color in the lines, so that’s nice.
Then…THEN! I got a Kindle as a gift. I’m not gonna lie to you Marge, I LOVE it. I can’t read on a phone or an iPad it seems. But the Kindle is ok? I guess it’s the E-Ink display. It reads very paper like. I’ve given up buying a paper copy of every book I read. I’m just collecting the books I collect now. This house is just too small for a million books and I don’t want any clutter, I AM SICK OF CLUTTER. I go into my son’s room roughly every weekend and fill a trash bag up with crap.
It's like that.
So the stories from this weekend should be good if I’m not abducted by ghosts or the handicapped.
So my dad's alarm just went off....
Guys, it's MIDNIGHT on a SATURDAY. Why does he have an alarm set? Plus, I've never heard it before and he's not even home.
Plus I heard some really freaky noises coming from my sisters room....
What if I was a ghostbuster.