I didn’t feel like eating real food so I made pudding.
I’m really getting the hang of this adulting thing.
I wish certain members of my family could learn to quit fucking bringing up car accidents especially when they know 1) I have panic attacks 2) I didn’t know where my mom was 3) My history with that shit isn’t good.
My day has officially been ruined. I’m gonna be a fucking mess today. Awesome. Fucking awesome.
Apparently, my little bro (aka Comic Book Dude) has been snooping on my tumblr.
It’s cool though, because he’s super sweet. So, little dude, if you’re reading this
1) go to sleep
2) if you’re going to read my fanfic leave a kudo, dammit
3) thank you, sincerely, for being a sweet, loving, and accepting kid. Don’t ever change.
Okay. So.
The cashier at the store today was kinda hot and he had a friggin batman tattoo so I was like “I like your tattoo” and he was all “Which one?” and proceeded to show me his arms and pull down his shirt collar. He has the mark of cain and an anti-possession tattoo. He then tells me his next tattoo is going to be Cas’s handprint on his shoulder and I just….
Guys with tattoos who into spn are a whole other level of attractive. Too bad I am awkward.
New goal: be stable enough to hold down a job. buy a pair of oxfords.
I really ought to have a fic masterlist, huh?
I think I saw a spider/bug/thing on my pillow but it could have been my hair but it’s also gone now but I don’t wanna sleep now.
Also, typos are going to haunt my dreams and I think I forgot something but idk what.
Question of the night – Will I be able to finish this ficlet that doesn’t seem to have a plot before I go to bed?
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