smutgoblin

“Yesterday was not very interesting,” she types, before proceeding to describe shooting foot fetish content.

I did some stuff, and it’s raining.

Good morning, all ye girls, guys, theys and gays. It’s snowing. We were warned, it’s not like we woke up to surprise snow. Chaucer is pestering us for a spot to sleep, specifically in my lap. Pippin already rode around the kitchen on my shoulder. Continuing with a week of being PRODUCTIVE AF, I spent…