So my internet provider decided to play this hilarious joke and cut me off for close on 48 hours
Especially since it was one of those rare times I had stuff scheduled, y'know, things I wanted to do. At a certain time. (Excuse the emphasis abuse. I'm just very annoyed. CAN YOU TELL.)
It didn't help that the family are being... ha, they're being the family. As usual. I love them, I do, but I often wonder why I'm not more fucked up. Of course I probably am I just can't tell I mean that's not the sort of thing that lends itself to an objective judgement, but. Like, my friends are cool people. I assume they wouldn't hang around a crazy bitch. That's all I've got as a measuring stick and I'm sticking to it.
Can I just say, though, I am going to be a total pro at passive-aggressive emotional blackmail. A pro. san , get working on that shrine, my soul might need it before graduation!
I am skipping through Rosetta Stone & have increased my jogging route to twice its original length (taking the same amount of time to run it) since I restarted the excercise thing two months ago. Feeling very accomplished.
HURRY UP AND START, FOOTBALL SEASON. HURRY UP, DOCTOR WHO, I'M WAITING FOR "LET'S KILL HITLER" AND I HAVE EXPECTATIONS. They involve Matt Smith's face continuing to do all the wonderful things Matt Smith's face does when left to its own devices and encouraged with lots of feelings coming at it from all directions.
Anyways. ilu all.
Also some insurance against Jenbee's vengeance in the form of distraction
See? You don't want to hurt me anymore at all, right? Because. Cuteness. I'm sorry for being gone.