Sunday, September 30, 2007

Ellen and I are domestic.

We baked english muffins (you don't actually bake them, you cook them on a skillet) this Sunday.

She took polaroids.

I have been a nervous assface about posting writerly things recently. This will change. I promise. For now, polaroids are the shit.


jereme said...

I thought English Muffins were toasted in the fucking toaster.

You just fucked with my entire reality.

I am having a mild but intense panic attack.

I need to start questioning the minor aspects of life.

If I was wrong about english muffins, then I could be wrong about the purpose of buttons or door knobs or alarm clocks.

Holy shit.

ellen frances idontlikeit said...

double blogging action

Lyndall-O said...

aw your cat looks like my cat.

Emory said...

Not sure what a 'nervous assface' is, but the kitty sure looks like he/she has a little smile on it's cute face.

How many english muffins can a kitten eat anyway?

I enjoyed reading your blog.


ellen frances idontlikeit said...

flax once told me she knew a girl named Kendra who was 'magical'. Then I met a girl named Kendra who was magical. flax met the wrong Kendra. She was an impostor. Im 100% sure of it.

Katrin said...

why isn't delores in any of these pictures?!?! mothers demand to know.