HOLY SHITFUCK ILU UNSETTLED
Feeling rather tired after a day of financial aid-questing, "professional teaching clothes"-shopping for Jessie, sweet potato empenada with chipotle fig sauce-eating, Ghost Adventures-watching, and Golden Sun: Dark Dawn-playing, I wandered, pantless (trouser-less to you Brits), into the kitchen about ten minutes ago for a snack before going to bed playing more Golden Sun. Yes, I know what you're thinking. "CLEARLY THAT GIRL IS A FUCKING ADULT. SHE'S SO LEGIT." I am, aren't I?
Anyways, "A PACKAGE!" said I, or, rather, thought, because I generally don't yell shit like that at 1:30 in the morning. "WHO SENDS ME SHIT?!" Looking at the label, I found myself even more confused. "UNSETTLED?!" I yelled, still quite silently, "UNSETTLED DOESN'T EVEN LIVE IN A PLACE WITH STRANGE AND EXOTIC MUNCHIES TO SHIP TO ME! WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY?!" Deciding the best way to ascertain this information was to investigate, I stopped head!yelling and opened the damn thing.
AND REDWALL MOTHERFUCKING ABBEY WAS ON MY KITCHEN TABLE.
UNSETTLED SENT ME REDWALL MOTHERFUCKING HOLY SHITBALLS I CANNOT EVEN ABBEY.
Well, a cardstock model of it. BUT THAT IS THE NEXT BEST GODDAMN THING TO THE ACTUAL ABBEY.
It has the sparrows in the rooooof, and Great Haaaaaall, and the pooooond, and the waaaalls, and just IT LOOKS LIKE THE REAL DAMN THING, GUYS. AND IT COMES WITH CHARACTERS. Basil Stag Hare himself made a valiant bid for the kitchen floor freedom when I opened the package!
Sadly, I don't have a place to put it just yet, as my father has silly ideas about "clutter" and nonsense like that, BUT ONCE I FIGURE OUT WHERE THE FUCK TO PUT IT, THAT SHIT WILL BE PERMANENT.
UNLESS IT ISN'T.
BUT YOU GET THE POINT.
*glomps unsettled* Seriously guys, this lady-chick-type-person over here? Best ever. <3
In completely unrelated news, I have a fedora, and it is sweet.
Anyways, "A PACKAGE!" said I, or, rather, thought, because I generally don't yell shit like that at 1:30 in the morning. "WHO SENDS ME SHIT?!" Looking at the label, I found myself even more confused. "UNSETTLED?!" I yelled, still quite silently, "UNSETTLED DOESN'T EVEN LIVE IN A PLACE WITH STRANGE AND EXOTIC MUNCHIES TO SHIP TO ME! WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY?!" Deciding the best way to ascertain this information was to investigate, I stopped head!yelling and opened the damn thing.
AND REDWALL MOTHERFUCKING ABBEY WAS ON MY KITCHEN TABLE.
UNSETTLED SENT ME REDWALL MOTHERFUCKING HOLY SHITBALLS I CANNOT EVEN ABBEY.
Well, a cardstock model of it. BUT THAT IS THE NEXT BEST GODDAMN THING TO THE ACTUAL ABBEY.
It has the sparrows in the rooooof, and Great Haaaaaall, and the pooooond, and the waaaalls, and just IT LOOKS LIKE THE REAL DAMN THING, GUYS. AND IT COMES WITH CHARACTERS. Basil Stag Hare himself made a valiant bid for the kitchen floor freedom when I opened the package!
Sadly, I don't have a place to put it just yet, as my father has silly ideas about "clutter" and nonsense like that, BUT ONCE I FIGURE OUT WHERE THE FUCK TO PUT IT, THAT SHIT WILL BE PERMANENT.
UNLESS IT ISN'T.
BUT YOU GET THE POINT.
*glomps unsettled* Seriously guys, this lady-chick-type-person over here? Best ever. <3
In completely unrelated news, I have a fedora, and it is sweet.