It’s dumb, but I get annoyed when Facebook people ask if I’m still in Europe. asdfghjklwtf I’ve been in the US for more than a year is it that hard to tell…
I am so nervous and stressed out today, it’s making me really edgy.
But seriously, Can I please have my scooter back? Please please please… Like… not joking… It’s probably like the Universe (which I thought was indifferent, *glare*) being all like, “you can have your scooter back when you can accept its absence” or some shit.
Wow August is going to suck balls.
seymour-and-sylvia: Post-play withdrawal Giving away kittens going back to stupid school hate hate hate Extra events at work Fox is gone a lot (like, two weeks…) Moving stress hate hate hate But also not being a wimp would help.
I just want this stupid week, and all of August to go by. I will kiss September on the face when it gets here, so help me.
Petra probably won’t be fixed tonight. And of course it’s during my over-time week at work. Why.
riding buses to work this morning was not actually so bad, but I don’t want to do it again… so I really hope that my scooter will be able to be driven this evening. Oh how I hope it. It was supposed to be done Saturday… asdfghjkl But I can’t complain because a friend is fixing it, so it should be pretty cheap to have done. #prayers-for-Petra but like ugh it’s been...
Long story short, we’ve decided to be a team. Like a real team that shares everything because helping him does help me, and if he suffers I suffer. I couldn’t fight it. This is so brutally short, but if I say more I won’t be able to stop.
I am waiting for the bus, for what’s going to be quite the trip… scooters are broken, breakfast was skipped. I don’t care. I am full of love.
Last night we were talking about safewords, just in general. His is “Tacoma,” which I really liked. Today I’ve decided that my safeword is “sarsaparilla,” (you know, “sass-pore-illa). I like it.
What a chill day. I feel not so sick. I taped up my scooter then had a few hours before I could take it to the guy who’s gonna fix it, so I took my gent’s 50cc scooter and I’m waiting on some Norwegian food. I haven’t eaten yet, but I’ve had probably close to 650mg of caffeine. Ho’ boy. Aw yiss, my mutha fuckin lingonberry lefse is ready.
I feel like death. Everything hurts. Especially my head. But someone lovely is making me tea and mac and being so sweet.
Because my scooter is broken he let me take his to work today, he’s putting around on his 50cc. What even. *cries Also we started some cold press yesterday. It’ll be ripe this evening and we’s gonna drank it with some rad-ass chocolate milk I bought. Seriously, that chocolate milk is the thickest, most decadent shit ever. It came in a glass bottle.
Weird, weird bewildering day.
So it’s like four am and I’m resless, laying beside you. I’m breathless… from the cold I’ve been battling. My body hurts. I just want to melt into you and exist in your brain.
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