When the day starts to get to him, especially during holiday programming rushes, Wolverine likes to unwind with a hot cop of Yorkshire Gold tea. It’s simply the best tea out there. Nothing compares to the rich, fragrant taste of the finest black teas that make Yorkshire Gold.
How do you take yours? Wolverine likes his with a bit of cream and a dash of sugar. He also prefers it claw stirred.
If you disagree that Yorkshire Gold is the best, he’ll be happy to discuss this with you. And by discuss, he means you’ll get the claws for being wrong.
Today is going to be a long, annoying day. Thank God Wolverine and I have Game Grumps to catch up on.
I wanted to post a shot of Wolverine enjoying one of his favorite web shows. I’m certainly not COMPLETELY PANDERING FOR FAVORITES AND RE-POSTS FROM ADORING FANS YOU WILL BOW BEFORE THE ALMIGHTY WOLVERINE NOW BRING HIM GLAZED DONUTS PREFERABLY FROM A KRISPY KREME WITH THE “HOT NOW” SIGN LIT SO AS TO ENSURE THEY ARE WARM AND SOFT.
Wolverine has the day off, but he’d like to say thank you to the 100 people who have agreed to give him positive reinforcement and motivational support through subscribing to his updates. Again, he’d have a picture here were it not for the fact that he’s currently in the middle of my apartment complex hunting squirrels and local small dogs.
You can take the apartment away from the animal, but you can’t take the animal away…. wait. Damn it, that’s not working like I thought. You can take the Wolverine out of the apartment, but… no, that’s junk too. Um….. You can… uh…… eh screw it. You have an apartment, and Wolverine just gutted a bichon frise.
Claws up to you all. Claws up.
Wolverine wanted his 100th post to be of him doing something cool at the office.
But it’s not.
It’s just a picture of him, next to my notebook, working late, detailing how, and I quote, “Errythang dun broke.”
So, to recap: 100th post, working late again, “errythang dun broke.”
CLAWS NOT FREAKIN’ UP TONIGHT
Wolverine was into everything this morning. He simply can’t wait until lunch. I had to finally put him in time out on the couch.
Family, right? The holidays are never enough trouble.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE! CLAWS UP!
Ugh, he’s such an ass. He tricked me, asking me if I wanted any help with my novel. “Sure,” I said, “dive right in. But please, be constructive. Try to help this time.” He studies the page and says, “Have you thought about the claws? She could probably use the claws.”
Every. Damn. Time.
Wolverine wanted to remind me that, despite my challenges with story and developing character, there’s always room for someone to get the claws.
Seriously, why did I ever ask for his advice?
I’m not sure that Wolverine is the best writing partner. This marks the sixth time he’s tried to give a main character “the claws.” I keep reminding him that none of the characters have claws, and he reminds me that this is why I’m not a writer.
I swear to God, if an editor asks for “more claws,” I’m quitting.
Sorry for not updating lately! Wolverine and I have been busy at work on my novel. He’s been helping me a lot lately, but even the Wolverine hits a wall once in a while.
I promised him that, if he helped me complete today’s chapter, I’d buy him mall food for dinner. Surprisingly, that’s a big bargaining chip for him.
Wolverine has agreed to help motivate me during National Write a Novel in a Month, so he printed a picture of Batman. It’s totally working. I mean, damn. Batman is serious.