fidelius-secrets: SAD STORY TIME. I work at a restaurant and this old man comes in every Friday and tells me (I’m the hostess) “I’m just looking for somebody”. He makes a lap around the restaurant, looks in every seat, sits in the waiting area after looking around, then leaves. Apparently he is looking for his wife that died years ago. They were going to meet for dinner and she got into a car...
Glad to see when I got my nose repierced two weeks ago the scummy fuck pierced a partially new hole. FUCK
Probably should be writing a couple papers instead of reading + blasting music + cleaning + catching up on blogs. My hubby should probably come home and be another distraction ha.
Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last,...– Margaret Atwood (via beyondstyx)
Starbucks Guy: What's the name?
Me: Primrose Everdeen.
Starbucks Guy: *prepares order* Primrose Everdeen!
Me: I VOLUNTEER!
Sometimes I have the urge to talk about certain things with people but if I do I usually end up thinking, fuck that was stupid you did not need to know that.