FUCK YEAH BAILEY

baileygenine:

Um. Well, my friend asked how to make the flash not do the whole flash thing on Photo Booth, I thought it was by holding space, so I tried it and this was the result. There was still a flash. HOW DO YOU TURN THE FLASH OFF OF PHOTO BOOTH? Anyway, accidental GPOYW because it made me laugh, and hey look, no bangs, weird right? Totes weird. My shirt is wrinkly, later Internet. 

(Source: bailey)

baileygenine:

Stray baby for sale.

baileygenine:

So, anyway, I put wings on my cat because it’s Wednesday. What’s new with you?

baileygenine:

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Did you know that the word order in Google image searches actually matters? I didn’t think it did. I mean, you can search “cat brown” and you’ll get a ton of images of brown cats. You search “brown cat” and you get a bunch of other images of brown cats. What I’m saying is, either way you get what you’re looking for. Well, be careful when looking for photos of white weasels. 

baileygenine:

insooutso:

Snuck out with Jake for some cocktails. Don’t tell Bailey.

Wait a minute. I thought he was sleeping all day because he was a cat, not because he’s hung over. This is why you should never trust a cat.

(via bailey)

baileygenine:

tinyclicks:

This is some sort of squirrel or chipmunk or badger.

It has hand feet. 

Oh the mighty tree otter. Take a gander at it’s broad tail which she uses  as a spatula whilst panning cakes in her kitchenette. It uses it’s tentacle like hands, which are nearly identical to that of a chipmunk*, to break into houses and/or steal cars. It’s red fur is to lower your self esteem and make you wish you graduated from college, and it’s black, beady, soulless eyes are really just holes in it’s head. Like the iguana, this mighty tree otter eats food. Unlike it’s closest relative, this MTO, for short, hates bigotry and improper use of commas, as well as comas. Don’t make where-it’s-eyes-should-be contact with this creature or it will do absolutely nothing. Also, when you weren’t looking, it made out with your lady friend over there, yes, that one.

*Chipmunks only exist in cartoons and are not to be mistaken for chipmungs, chips made out of mung beans, and frowned upon worldwide. 

baileygenine:

My best kitty friend.

Today I made potatoes just so I could eat ketchup. I really wish I had thought to wear this red sweatshirt during my ketchup eating stunt (a ketchstunt, if you will) because I have the habit (habit is such a derogatory term) of throwing ketchup all over the place, as if I were Jackson Pollock, and ketchup was my paint and you see where I’m going with this— I painted all of my ketchup before I got to eat it and here is a picture of my cat. Go drink a glass of water. 

baileygenine:

Whatever, I was just adding shadows to shit anyway. 

baileygenine:

Uh, Jake?

He has big dreams. Like Broadway, or a field of cat nip or like dreams of not being a fat, roly poly shaped cat and that one day I’ll trust him enough to open the window without him rolling out of it like a damn ketchup covered hot dog and going splat on the dead rat covered roof outside. He is pretty fluffy though.