If I had a Twitter, it would probably look like this:

[kayliemalinza]

-- I can't find my fetus drawing

-- I found it, but it's not as developed (HA!) as I thought

-- I've have a rubber lizard on my dashboard and I've named it Furtzel. Car is still named Marzipan. They could be a crime-fighting duo!

-- or a soda shoppe. "Marz and Furtzel." "Furtz and Marzi?"

-- if Jack Harkness is immortal and kinky then he'll experiment with vivisection someday, right?

-- I'm thinking with the right mix of anesthetic it could be thrilling to have someone fondle your kidneys

-- Why is my cat trying to get into the freezer?

-- Dumbass Local College: since I have a degree from a "regionally accredited college," I'm exempt from core classes. Well gee, thanks!

-- I acknowledge that I may be a snob about my alma mater

-- I SPILLED COKE ON MY KEYBOARD!! D:

-- am reading TW fic

-- ARRRGH. HEY FIC-AUTHOR, YOUR GENDER CONSTRUCTIONS ARE SHOWING!

-- am no longer reading TW fic

-- Old Dog is barking for company, so I'm moving downstairs.

-- watching "Hunt for Red October" for background noise while I work on Big Project of Big Doom. Young Dog is adorable, so I give him an almond.

-- THIS MOVIE IS AWESOME. I <3 John McTiernan and his tender male relationships

-- Traf wants another almond

-- I forgot to mention that Furtzel is orange and squishy. V. important.

-- Traf wants another almond

-- Traf wants another almond

-- I've figured out how to get the Immortal Aesthete and the Zombie Cyborg to meet! Big Project of Big Doom, obv.

-- What sort artwork did 16th C high-class brothels typically have? Must do research

-- DAMMIT TRAF, NO MORE ALMONDS

-- Pouting!Traf is adorable, so I give him an almond.

-- it's what o'clock now? Crap. SLEEP IS SO INCONVENIENT. G'nite, y'all.