Meet The Gecko

Listen, I’m just your average gal from an average town. Nothing special, we get annual UFO landings just like the rest of you. But I’ve started getting bored with all the extra terrestrial and cryptid activity and I’ve decided to start something “normal:” blogging.

This blog is all about, you guessed it, writing. How to do it, doing it better, and how to judge others. Feel free to send me ideas and constructive criticism. But no normal criticism, because I already know.

I live in a small basement out in the middle of the woods where no one can hear the screams of my experiments. My cat keeps me company on most days when she isn’t leading the socialist revolution. And yes, all the geckos on this site are my children.

I spent three and a half years perfecting my English capabilities and I have the PAPERS to PROVE IT. Nowadays, however, I’m getting my graduate degree in “Library” studies. I know you already know that libraries are just a cover up for the Lizard People, but we still have to keep up the pretense.

At some point my work will be appearing in THAT magazine, no I didn’t make that up, and TheLoveStory.com. Even though I haven’t revealed my real name, you’ll know when you see it and your life flashes before your eyes.

Don’t forget to check out my twitter.

This is Avicci the African Fat Tail Gecko. She frequently tries to escape her glass prison, but will not let me hold her, so she will remain in her glass prison until she can learn to except her existence in imprisonment.
Bishop is an Hognose snake. Although she’s less than a foot long, she’s already sizing me up to eat me one day. I couldn’t be more proud.
This cutie is Moss, the Gold Crest Day Gecko. Although she’s only about the size of my pinkie, she could beat you in a race. She’d bet on it. $10? $20? $100? You’re life? You’re first born? Better pay up because she’ll come for you.
And finally, Iroh. The big boi. My crestie. He thicc. He sweet. 100% boifriend materiel.

Some Things to Consider Today

I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.

Libba Bray

Those who believe in Telekinetics, raise my hand.

Kurt Vonnegut

I’m here all alone and I’m tuggin’ on my plums
It’s not just masturbation it’s an orgy for one .

Ninja Sex Party

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