I gave him an ocular patdown. Assessed the threat level.
Dumbass cat started out sleeping on my mouse hand. He slowly progressed to lounging across the entire keyboard. Look how proud of himself he is for getting me off tumblr. (His mistake was not sleeping on my phone too.)
There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.
I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele
you show ‘em, kiddo
It’s nothing like wanting to go back to those days.
I’m searching for a sky that doesn’t exist anymore.