And I made it through today without setting anything valuable on fire. Valuable. Sentimental value doesn’t count because feelings are bullshit. Not that I burned anything. Stop looking at me. How was your day?
And the smoke alarm has gone off because I made toast.
Attempted toast.
I’m not saying the house has no faith in me. I’m saying it heard I was preparing food and immediately contacted emergency services.
Fair.
Fuck it, cereal.
Look, I know my limits. I cannot physically knock out a mammoth. I’m short. It’s a mammoth. But I’m also a pyro and it has turned up wearing several tonnes of kindling.
I’m short, which means the dinosaur won’t see me coming. Unless it looks down. Don’t tell it to look down or I will stab you after I’ve finished with the dinosaur.
i need a dinosaur. Don’t ask why. Fine, ask why. I saw La’an punch one in Star Trek and now I want Eye of the Tiger playing while I make the worst decision of my entire life.
I’m not a corgi thief. I’m not. I’m a corgi redistribution specialist, which is completely different and frankly sounds much nicer on the court paperwork.