Alyssa. Assertion in pumps, doing a victory ball-change.
In my zombie apocalypse survival bag: my trusty sonic screwdriver, my Browncoat, my 'Mutant and Proud' badge, my Ancient Nord Battle Axe of Frost, snacks for my Direwolf, and my PhD in Horribleness. I've got shit to Avenge.
"Laughter. Running. Let down hair. That is all there is to life."
i feel like the crazy cat lady from that eharmony video right now
“i just want to hug every british person but that’s ridiculous i can’t hug every british person”
My mother: Did you know that the horses participating in the Olympics need passports?
My brother: What, do they need green cards or something too?
My mother: It's just so that when they get to London, people know who they are, I guess.
Me: Yeah, and if they falsify the information on their passports, at customs, they get told 'neigh'!
My brother: *spit take*