In a world gone mad...
Memo to me: From now on, belts are to be worn properly at all times. That means buckled in the front, you psycho. Not the side.
Even though it was sort of funny, we got dirty looks from the other people there. (Okay probably partly because I was giggling like a dweeb, but awkward situations do that to me.)
Addendum to me: Going outside doesn’t help, genius.
In other news: Glee Club! Fully righteous. But then, it’s Glee Club. How could it not be? Kim, I’m dragging you with me next time. You will love it, and I don’t want to hear another word on the subject, missy. ;D p.s. thanks for letting me crash and bring the fuzzies. You’re a lifesaver. If they’d had to depend on my sense of direction, the poor things would be starving by now.
On that note, what is up with the Charleston?! This is NOT a funny joke. The whole thing’s gone all buggery, and I’ve only been able to find where I live about twice this week.
Seems like everyone’s life is going a bit crazy, but at least we managed to get a bit of fun out of it.
Captain? Epic. Simply epic. That’s all there is to say about that.