My new sandals. No, I can’t walk on them, no, they’re nothing like my usual kind of footwear, no, I just don’t normally buy shoes on a whim.
Yes, I couldn’t say no to them!
My new sandals. No, I can’t walk on them, no, they’re nothing like my usual kind of footwear, no, I just don’t normally buy shoes on a whim.
Yes, I couldn’t say no to them!
Story of Stuff, Full Version; How Things Work, About Stuff (via psychetruth)
Great message! Fantastic message!
Good god her voice is annoying though.
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Guess what I’m watching.
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Yeah, just, if you get to the freezing step? Make sure your shoes are well wrapped up. Or everything you eat for a month will taste of shoes.
Ewww.
Really interesting blog about a boy who believes he’s from Mars.
I’m sceptical, mostly because it sounds like the kind of stuff I know I could have come out with as a kid made up out of my head, so, I’m just thinking autistic kid with a hyperactive imagination. But if it’s true, it could be kinda cool…
This was my Easter present instead of an egg.
I might have neglected to mention on this blog so far that my dad’s a Methodist Minister and my mum’s a Local Preacher.
I think we can only semi justify it by the fact that perhaps Jesus was a zombie?
One I should not be getting practise of shooting in the head, I presume.