it's like, all i can do is yell at her.
and i pretend i don't know what i'm doing.
and she pretends she doesn't understand why.

i mean, maybe i'm fucking sick of pretending, finally, and this time i'm going to be the one to end it.

on another note, look! david tennant icon!

i mean, just when a very cute little girl randomly talked to me about her cat (his favorite food is chickenandrice but if he eats it too much he gets fat and when they first got him he was hand-sized. their first one was a stray) and maybe sort of restored a shred of my faith in humanity and, like, children or whatever (probably because this came ( Read more... )

fucking douchebags who fucking screw you over. i hate them ( Read more... )

on a scale of one to ten, i wonder how horrible my character actually is. ten being the best and one being the worst. whatever. if you hurt someone, you should apologize to them. but contrition requires guilt. and doesn't causing someone to feel guilty require hurting them? i don't know, i don't know, i don't know! i don't know if i just want to ( Read more... )

i know i'm down with the spam these days, but i think everyone who has at least a passing acquaintance with me knows how much i orgasm over language/debates (this phrasing may be slightly ironic, in the context i am about to bring up, but actually if you've a long-time acquaintance with me you may recall me making reference to the fact that i am ( Read more... )