It is, of course, only after one leaves one’s house that one comes to realise there is a gigantic hole in their pants.
Chey (pronounced 'shy'): constantly in denial that I have fact reached adulthood. So multi-fandom you won't know where to look. Expect ranting on occasion, social commentaries, holiday snaps, and gay. So very very much gay. Also I write sometimes. Enjoy your stay.Feed me your words...
hayfever (n)- the sensation of wanting to rip one’s sinuses out with a spoon and/or one’s bare hands.
Lovingly buy Christmas present for child.
Try to wrap Christmas present for child, that was bought lovingly.
Child bursts into room while you are attempting to wrap Christmas presents, with love.
Accidentally slam door on child’s face, lovingly.
- Me: I'm going to have a wonderful day toda-
- Work: No.
- Period: No.
- Hayfever: No.
Oh my god Dad shut the fuck up about cars.
My life would be a happier place with no cars.
Now if everyone would stop harassing me and treating me like some sort of incompetent fuck about cars,
about relationships, about happiness because you don’t know me as well as you think you do, and you constantly underestimate my intelligence.
for the colossal fuck-up I made of my driving test today. One error, one panic-mode, and everything went downhill from there. I cried all the way home.
The instructor tried to comfort me saying “It’s not that you can’t drive…”
And I said “BITCH I KNOW THAT- BUT I JUST SPENT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS ON THIS SHIT.”
Two hundred and fifty dollars I don’t have. How am I gonna get through this week?
The next test is in a fucking month too.
Time to retreat to fanfiction. Forever. Watch me as I proceed to preemptively fail not only the next driving test, but my Linguistics exam! :D
And then this happens:
“Fallacious energic formulations and phylogenetic oversimplifications have led drive theory into disfavor”