I started this entry several times, mostly in my head, trying to figure out how to approach it. In the end, as the con was two weeks ago, I decided to listen to Shia and The best way seems to be a highlight reel, as no one should be subjected to the blow by blow ...
I am done with people, places, and things. This isn’t a drama-seeking post, merely an expression of temporary defeat. When I uttered this exact phrase aloud at work, one of my coworkers got pithy and gave me a sly, “So you’re done with nouns? No more nouns today.” It’s been a rough couple weeks, physically ...
Friend: DON’T FORGET YOUR GOBBLE GOBBLE! Friend: DON’T FORGET YOUR GOBBLE GOBBLE! THIS MESSAGE WILL COMBUST IN 10 SECONDS.
Friend (sends screencap of a nauseating and preemptive declaration of love taken from her cousin’s facebook status): I mean this seriously… if I EVER do anything like this, shoot me. For. Real. Me: What the actual hell Me: I will have 0 problems shooting you for an infraction such as this. Friend: Thank you?