Okay this makes me want to puke and that’s saying something. EW.
Yea, seriously. He has to take professionalism seminars so that he can handle it.
It’s… well, not okay. But obviously it could be worse. I think.
Thank you darling.
Thank you. Good news is, I’ll probably know leaving the interview if I got it or not.
Better news is, if I do get it, even though it’s seasonal, I’ll be making some pretty banging paychecks.
definitely understand that feeling. keep your chin up <3
Thank you, both of you. Hopefully everything will either get better or just stop hurting so much. :/
WHAT. *SOBS* (Take the sobs as bad because FINALE, but good because NEW STORY)
Yea, I’m kind of really happy with the finale though, which is something I wasn’t prepared to be happy with. I thought I was just going to have to deal with it, but I like it and I’m excited to post it.
Oh! Do me a huge favor, pleasepleaseplease? Go on my profile, scroll down until you see the post where I ask for ideas, read it and then, you know, give me ideas? I’m compiling a list and I’d really love for your thoughts! Doesn’t have to be right at this moment, just sometime in the near future? Thank you darling.
WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WORTHY OF FEELING-EATING IN THIS APARTMENT!
I’m half tempted to walk up to the gas station and blow my money on sugary goodness but that involves moving and is kind of against my moping agenda.
JM I THOUGHT THAT WAS YOURS AND I ALMOST SCREAMED WITH JOY
Oh lord no. Loop and I aren’t close to engagement, lord no. Especially with the shitty turn our relationship has taken recently.
Sometimes I shove my phone in mine if my shirt covers it. Or my iPod.
Beer bottle. I mean, I have to reorganize a bit, shift things around to make room, but I just shove my beer bottle in there and go about my business.
JM I LOVE YOU. Also total GPOY. Bras SUCK.
I will scream about the negative side of big boobs from the roof top! Don’t get me wrong, they come in handy, but dear lord above they are a pain.
I hate bra shopping. But there is a little store here that carries my size in some of the more adorable bras ever and that’s a thing big busted girls complain about the most, is that larger sizes aren’t as girly.
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EVERYTHING! I AM AWWWING EVERYTHING!
There wasn’t a lot of awwing going on this morning, except the first time my sister and I heard the first one whine. (We know the order they came in. White, black, off-white, black with white, cream.) It was… kinda gross… like very.
ARE YOU AWWING THE PUPPIES OR AWWING SASSY OR AWWING BOTH?! BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL KINDS OF AWW-WORTHY!
The pups keep making these tiny little whine sounds and I jerk because I’m paranoid and I’m brought back to the first time I babysat my nephew or my nieces or my godchildren, dear lord give me strength.
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I DIDN’T KNOW THAT HAPPENED LEFHNG;SRJ
I think it is a new feature AND I AM VERY HAPPY FOR IT!
SO AM I!!! Also the latest installment was adorable, by the way. I didn’t expect it but I was like LKJNSDLGKN THIS IS SO ADORABLE.
I have one more installment planned and then it’ll be finished.
I say that, but I’ll most likely end up going back off and on for it, haha.
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THIS IS FLAWLESS.
I think I might use this as a part of the EHo verse, maybe once I finish the last installment I’ve planned right now, going back and adding to the story.
Thank you for your prompt! I’m a sucker for sick!Klaine.
Klaine. Chicken soup.
It used to be that when he was little, the only time that Blaine would eat chicken soup was when he was sick. At some point he noticed that it had changed, he never wanted it when he was sick and almost had to be forced to eat it on the occasions that he was sick and his mother was able to take care of him.
One thing that seemed to happen like clockwork was Blaine getting sick right as summer vacation started. It never failed, had happened since he was little, and the summer after his junior year hadn’t been any different.
"No, I don’t want it." Blaine’s mom stood in his doorway, both hands holding a tray with a bowl (that Blaine knew held the dreaded chicken soup), a cup, and a thing of crackers.
"It’ll make you feel better Blaine." That voice belonged to Kurt, who had come in as backup for Blaine’s mom when Blaine refused to go to the doctor.
"I can get healthy without eating it." There seemed to be a silent conversation between Mrs. Anderson and Kurt, something they’d gotten very good at in the past year, before Kurt grabbed the tray and moved further into the room.
"So here’s how we’re going to play this Blaine. Either you can eat this soup now, while it’s warm and appetizing, or I will hold you down and your mom can pour it down your throat while it gets cold."
The curly head barely poking out from the blanket raised up, eyes glaring at first Kurt and then his mother.
Kurt cocked a hip, thrusting the tray out a little, and tossed a very not-so-innocent smile to Mrs. Anderson.