the problem with reading a good book is that you want to finish the book but you don’t want to finish the book
It’s gotten to the point where Roomie can speak two syllables and I not only know what she’s saying, but can respond appropriately.
Soon we will be able to throw things at each other blindly.
i am sick and i am not happy
but i have a lovely roommate who gets me tissues and tea
(which I then can’t brew because I can’t stand up without feeling woozy)
I love Hollins
and my friends
because I can watch Tangled and squee at the intricate animation detail and the romantic moments and sing along
and not only does nobody care
everyone else is doing it, too
Assume “both,” “neither,” and “a lab-produced human with their combined dna” are not options. You have to choose one.
John. I’m already Roomie’s Sherlock. He can buy me milk and clean up after me. And he has no problem with various states of undress.
do you ever wonder if people could watch your life on tv who they’d ship you with
SAME OMG LIKE
i can see fangirls flipping their shit over detectivenoxdontcallmebarryxsindhuthehindu fanart and wanting us all to have an orgy
was that an awkward statement
I think if my life was a television show, people would have shipping wars over me/boyfriend and me/roomie
because we’re basically femlock
and our protests that we’re just friends would only fuel the shipping fires
"but boyfriend/bb is canon!"
"SCREW YOUR CANON WE HAVE LESBIANS"
"…but bb is bisexual and roomie is-"
long ago, the two roommates lived together in harmony
but everything changed when the boxes attacked
only cuddlemeister, master of all the cleaning, could clean it, but when the world needed her most, she had finals
It was awesome. We smuggled Chik-Fil-A into the theater and ate it during the ten minutes of previews (yes. ten minutes. i had a watch.), I spent the entire movie spazzing out at all the explosions and deaths and oh my God Stevie my baby and then Tony totally stole the movie for me and I can’t pick a favorite Avenger because they’re all so well done (thank you joss whedon) and the entire theater applauded during the scene with Loki and Hulk. It was awesome.
Also the bathrooms at the theater were super fancy and I had a mini duel with my mirror self and my umbrella.
And then we missed the shuttle by literally a minute (we saw it receding into the distance and I cussed it out) and we went to Walmart and saw a guy in a suit, with an earpiece and slicked-back hair with a limo on his lapel, buying groceries. At eleven or so at night. It was weird. We named him Jenkins.
And that was what I did last night.