Nachos Day, and somewhere between the melted cheese and the second batch the outfit stopped being part of the recipe. The plate's still warm — come claim your chip?
Nachos Day, and somewhere between the melted cheese and the second batch the outfit stopped being part of the recipe. The plate's still warm — come claim your chip?
It's Marooned Without a Compass Day and I've turned off every map in the apartment — one blanket, one paper map of nowhere, and no intention of being rescued. Come be my north?
Remember, remember the fifth of November — I kept the coat and lost every argument underneath it. The fireworks are doing their part from up there, so come do yours down here?
A little over a century ago they found a king under all those wrappings — I'm excavating in the opposite direction. Come brush off the rest?
World Jellyfish Day and I've fully committed to the lifestyle — no bones, no brain, barely any fabric, just drifting. Ninety percent water, one hundred percent trouble. Come float with me?
Last night of the marigolds, so I gave them my floor and my full attention — the sweater lost its grip on one shoulder somewhere between the second and third candle. Stay with me until the last flame goes out?
World Vegan Day and my counter looks like a berry stand exploded — the shirt started slipping somewhere around the third strawberry and I let it. Tell me which one you'd feed me next?
Costume fitting for Halloween is officially done — the hat fits perfectly and the dress has already lost every argument about staying up. Come knock on my door early, I'll act surprised.
The first message the internet ever carried was just two letters before the machine gave out — so tonight I'm sending mine at the same pace, one keystroke at a time. Come type the rest of the word with me?
Animation is just twelve drawings a second lying to your eye, and tonight I'm drawing every one of them by hand for International Animation Day — the shirt gave up somewhere around frame forty. Come flip through my frames with me?