Just gave my little white dog a bath.
Then I started to carry her like a baby in a towel completely wrapped up. Then I plopped her on the couch. She stretched, shook, ripped off the towel and gave me a mean look.

Then I thought we had just reenacted Voldemort coming back in the Goblet of Fire.
My dog is Voldemort and I am Peter Pettigrew/Wormtail.
Whoa, a cat is in my front yard…
McGonagall

Gah, I am obsessed with Harry Potter.

In Order of the Phoenix, I love when Harry yells at Dumbledore, “LOOK AT ME!” I’m always like:

Then I just bask in the awesomeness that is Harry Potter:

Replaying him yelling:

And how Dumbledore’s all like:

And I’m just laying in bed, thinking:

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I call my friend Amanda Baby Prostitute. I always say that I’m her mother. Mame Prostitute. She had a dream once that Voldemort was her father. Which means I banged him. So then I said that my vagina in the 8th horcrux. Now, today is her birthday. And this is what I said to her ^




