
Thou shalt not suffer a cake-thief to live.
Some things must not be trifled with. Such as my desserts. I’m okay with you having some of my cookies — you can eat my Halloween candy, but my cake? No. Never the cake.
Thou shalt not suffer a cake-thief to live.
Some things must not be trifled with. Such as my desserts. I’m okay with you having some of my cookies — you can eat my Halloween candy, but my cake? No. Never the cake.
It’s cheap, if you don’t mind the company.
I’d like to have a ghost in my house. Not an annoying one or a scary one, but an interesting spirit. On the other hand, if it meant I didn’t have to pay much rent I’d be fine with it. Zombies on the other hand is a deal-breaker. I can’t deal with the rotting flesh.
Who needs a tent when you’ve got Pirate?
Some days I want to appreciate the smaller things. The quiet moments, the wonders of doing something peaceful, and nice.
Also, I play way too much Stardew Valley. +10 Gaming Points if you understand that reference.
I hate finding things.
Sadly, this isn’t a commentary upon gender in our society. Rather, it’s about the scary things that go bump in the night. I really want to have someone who’ll go into the basement and see if there’s a monster down there. Otherwise I have to do it.
I just hope I never FIND anything.
The night is full of scary things. And Pirate. And scary things.
I would hate to live in times before electricity. I mean nowadays I can go outside with a flashlight or turn on a lamp in my house, but imagine going outside with a candle or torch? Scary vibes all over. Of course, I don’t go outside at night even now, but…flashlights are awesome. I wish I had one.
Will she attack or just stare?
A minor continuation to yesterday’s post. Pirate’s good at pretending to be a gargoyle. Does anyone still do that? Just freeze in one place and stare at someone until they notice you? Great for hide and seek, not so great in public settings. Or if they’re strangers.