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Me: -have the opportunity to exercise my German by speaking with a person that is mother language. First time in almost a year.-
Me: -enthusiastically start only to realise at the third word that the other person is baffled since I am making a mess of GermDanish-
Me: -panics and wishes to sink UNDER the pavement and just cease to burn oxygen that could benefit actually useful life forms.-
I knew it. I am addicted. Smh... I will never learn to regulate my online time. Twitter and Tumblr and Pinterest are consuming my time. It's too late to stop it... run... save yourself... leave me behind...
I know I spend every second before postmortem gets uploaded after the usual time wailing and whining but let me tell ya, the very second Ryan Bergara uploaded that instastory and said the words, “Sorry for the delay” I forgot that I had waited any time at all and couldn’t fathom the idea that anyone could be so impatient. What? it was only 20 minutes. Don’t worry about it. No one around here was getting dramatic or anything. Absolutely no one.
i turn thirty in three months and i’m perpetually & deeply concerned that as soon as the clock hits midnight the flesh will melt off of my face and leave a gnarled cryptkeeper in its wake
i dont want to go to this wedding tmrw i wanna rot in hed for the rest of my,y lofe and die
Need to mow the lawn. Will probably die.
Send my love to assorted friends and well-wishers.
If I see one more negative comment about Zayn on my dash, I will set myself on fire.