Couldn’t sleep last night.
I have a feeling this whole thing is going to get mental. Although I’m still trying to figure out if it actually happened, cos … yeah. Wow.
This needs a Barney Stinson “legend … wait for it … DARY!”
Oh my gosh, I’m so tired I’m going to pass out.
Exactly how I imagined it.
Well, not exactly. The script was the same, just
with a different actor.
FASCISTS, MAN. PASSING ALL THEIR LITTLE LAWS. LAYING DOWN THEIR LITTLE RULES. RESTRICTING MY FREEDOMS.
“YOU CAN’T SMOKE POT IN FRONT OF A DAY CARE CENTER.”
“YOU CAN’T ROLL A JOINT AT 7-11.”
“YOU NEED TO GET A JOB IF YOU’RE GOING TO LIVE IN MY HOUSE. AND STOP SMOKING WEED IN THE SHED. YOU’RE 28.”
“DON’T LIGHT THAT RIGHT NEXT TO THE PROPANE TANKS. YOU’LL KILL US ALL.”
I BET YOU DIDN’T TAKE THE POOL INTO ACCOUNT WHEN YOU WERE PLANNING YOUR LITTLE OPPRESSIONS.
IT’S CALLED MARITIME LAW, MY FRIENDS. YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO HERE.
Feeling really irritable.
Part of me doesn’t understand why someone would initiate contact and show such interest, and then fuck off; and part of me realizes that, um, he’s probably insanely busy, given his profession.
But whatever. It’s annoying, haha.
Anyway, hopefully this week will be interesting.
(Source: majorstranger)
This week, maybe?
Haha … haaaa :/
Me in 15 years, tbh.
(The woman, not the cat.)
(Unless I die and am reincarnated as a luxurious cat.)
(Source: emucrickets)
This whole thing was exciting for a few days but now I don’t think anything’s going to become of it. I’ve spent the last few days judging myself so harshly, worrying about my looks and how I present myself … this whole thing is ludicrous, and I’m starting to wish he never sent that message. Getting your hopes up and then crashing back to reality is so much worse than nothing exciting happening in the first place.
I need to effing start acting my age.
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