I don’t know. A whole, new, friggin’ computer is pretty [omitted] beastly.
I love you too, Boscov.
And thanks again! This thing is awesome!
I don’t know. A whole, new, friggin’ computer is pretty [omitted] beastly.
I love you too, Boscov.
And thanks again! This thing is awesome!
No, that would make me either General Skarr or Major Doctor Ghastly.
The last thing I am is the brains.
Forgot to censor, Lyra! Got to remember that!
You ponies are so nice to remind me if I mess up! Thank you!
Great job!I hope your cloak wasn’t itchy, it looks heavy like wool and tied with rope.
That might have been all it was, if this was a regular play. But this was a Canterlot production and everypony was wearing high-quality costumes. That cloak had a silk interlining; was very comfortable.
Well, I gotta do that Skyrim piece. Plus the twelve or so requests I’ve been neglecting…
Probably won’t be able to do anything until Boscov and I get back from Manehatten, though. We leave… was it Tuesday?
Sweetie will be back for Hearth’s Warming dinner, if that changes anything.
In a mare/stal-… Boy/girl marriage, the guy is the husband and the girl is the wife. What they do or how they act doesn’t matter.
A quick snapshot Bon-Bon took of me during the pageant.
Gold-colored magic opening the door through which Princess Platinum enters.
I invited Boscov over.
Tootsie is going to be spending it with her parents.
By the way, the play starts soon. So I’ll talk to you ponies later.
Ah. Jabs about gender roles. Very edgy and current.
Thanks. No spoken lines so I shouldn’t end up coughing up anything on stage.
I’m sad that my favorite tumblr page is closing, though.
Edit: Don’t pester her, though. If you want to say something nice, like you’ll miss her that’s cool.