When you apply to a job without remembering that you've flirted with someone who works at that place before.
I'm like please don't remember me oh my god
I'm like please don't remember me oh my god
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I have one question and that's why the hell do I have "You Love Me" by Kelly Clarkson stuck in my head? My Kelly Clarkson phase ended when I was like 13.
Turns out my dog is afraid of pumpkins... she's not very festive.
I just found out that there were a couple of clown attacks in a city very close to me.
I'm done. I'm out. Goodbye.
When the self checkout machine at the store says something, my immediate reaction is to respond verbally to it and this is perhaps my most damning flaw.
My talents include writing one whole paragraph and then getting distracted and putting off going to the store until I'm completely out of nearly everything on my list. Nice to meet ya.
The owner of the pharmacy I use sounds just like Brendon Urie, especially on the phone. Spooky.
I want to update my phone to iOS 10 but I don't like the redesigned emojis. The struggle is real.
Saw a black cat in the woods surrounding my house today. Spooky.
(And yes, I went outside to find him but no, I have not aqquired another cat.)
Today's date is Halloween the First. Tomorrow's date is Halloween the Second. Monday's date is Halloween the-
As if my life wasn't enough of a mess as it was, I seem to have misplaced my wallet. It's been three days without any sign of the damn thing.
What's the polite way to say "Thanks for inviting me out (for once,) but I can't go because that's the day Luke Cage comes out?"
I remember so many of their lyrics I can't believe it
I forgot how much I love the Script. And the Fray. Oh my god.
I don't drink but I wonder if watching the debate tonight is going to make me want to start.
Remember kids, the greatest start to a good day is to listen to the album Hot Fuss by the Killers.
Having a rough night.
Fibromyalgia symptoms are back... fantastic.
Things I have held my case less phone over before realizing what I was doing in horror:
-Hardwood floor
-Pavement
-Cermatic tile
-Gravel
And the list keeps getting longer. I need a damn case, it's driving me nuts.
Why is it that whenever I seriously try to come up with characters' backstories, instead I think of their favorite song, artist and album, what fictional language they would learn, their childhood nickname(s) and what emo bands they listened to as a teenager? None of this information is relevant to what I'm trying to write right now.
If anybody ever wonders what it's like to live with me, I've been belting out The Killers at the top of my lungs for the past hour.
Alrighty so I have to finish cleaning and some homework and then I'm making myself some tea and writing and nothing is going to stop me.
Things have finally calmed down with school, and I'm no longer sick. It's a relief.
I'm in an "Obsessing over Bucky Barnes" phase but then again, aren't I always?
I might write some fanfiction with him or something idk. He's my favorite. And I haven't written actual fanfiction since I was 12. I'm in a weird mood.
Why is it that everytime I take a Buzzfeed personality quiz that's supposed to tell me my age it says I'm in my 30s to 40s? Trust me, I am not 30 to 40 years old. -
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