Miss Havishambles

My life is too small and I worry it will get lost in the gap behind the refrigerator.

I’m on Pinterest and nobody gets my jokes. I thought the I’m Farrow, he’s Ball was good.

When bsky dies I’m creating a social media site called starsky

Greg will create another called hutch

I get glitched in the matrix all the time but I don't ask for manager shit cause I'm no Kareanu

head on over to brontosaurus, i set up an account and everything

Wore my lucky panties to a job interview and they totally paid off.

Any other exhibitionists ever have that nightmare where you’re fully clothed in public?

I’ll do better tomorrow I say for the 7,508th day in a row

I'm not flexible enough for a double entendre

Re-arranging the deckchairs

Are we back to the days when 5 likes was considered viral

Good to see the brass still posting like the band on the Titanic.

Life is short. Take the cannoli.

😍

He was so handsome

“I’d rather be fat,” is my answer to most things these days.

They changed the shape of my med and it’s an oblomination.

This day in history. 1849. Edgar Allan Poe died in distress in hospital, crying out "Tear up the planks!" and "What is the frequency, Kenneth?".

If you just repost my repost, I'm not reposting you and taking my reposts and going home

Alexsa, I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around.

what if you could Hide Post for Everyone on any post?

Strategically posting at exactly the wrong time.

You won’t recognise the Supermoon with its glasses on.

really banking on this supermoon to solve all of life’s current problems

a kitten is sitting on the floor with the words `` bomb defused '' below it . Alt: a kitten is sitting on the floor and falls over when someone gently boops its nose with a finger with the words `` bomb defused '' captioned above.

I just replied with a “your” instead of a “you’re,” but before OP could like it, I was able to delete and repost a correction 😅

so instead of moving to a new social media site, should we all just make a new town somewhere

What if we're all Hallmark cards of some secret experiment to love each other but our hearts have too many occasions and categories so we're just like here please take this homemade coupon for a CIA

Heading over to mastodon so I can start telling everyone to call them skeets

I think you have me confused with someone who knows what she's doing

[person I’ve never interacted with posts a skircle and I’m not in it] wow okay