flax-golden tales: zombie snow squirrels on the rampage
zombie snow squirrels on the rampage “There is no such thing as a zombie snow squirrel,” I say, even though he has his serious eyebrows on. Normally the eyebrows are a good indicator as
zombie snow squirrels on the rampage “There is no such thing as a zombie snow squirrel,” I say, even though he has his serious eyebrows on. Normally the eyebrows are a good indicator as
Told you I had all sorts of things to write about. Downloaded the new Radiohead, The King of Limbs, on Saturday. Not loving it the same way I loved In Rainbows, but it’s growing
A few days ago I felt like I had nothing to write about and now I have a bunch of things, so I’ll spread them out over the course of the week and possibly
always watching You can’t hide from eyes that never close. Not even a blink, ever. We’ve tried distractions, but they don’t work. Even if the eyes glance to the side for a moment, it
I totally don’t care if open umbrellas indoors are supposedly bad luck. It’s too fabulous to save for the rain. I just need to keep it away from the cats, because they think it’s
carousel elephant No one ever wants to ride the elephant on the carousel. Even though he moves just as gracefully as the horses. The choosing is done before the ride is put in motion,