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Chelsea / 22 / Toronto / Book hoarder and lover of old-timey words / Little kid stuck in a big kid's little body

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Hahahah why am I so bait?

So, my mom loves 1 Girl 5 Gays, and MTV is airing the lesbian special and she was like “Oh what’s going on they’re doing it with girls now!” and I went out to the living room and was like “Oh yeah they’re doing a special with lesbians for like 4/5 episode it looks really cool” and proceeded to watch and secretly gush inside and try to hold in my smile at all of the discussions. Then I realized how blatantly obvious I was and left the room.

GOOD ONE, CHELSEA. GOOD ONE.

MORTIFIED.

Today I stopped by my old work. As I was leaving I saw this guy I worked with and, being me, I decided to try and be charming and funny and say “Heyyyyyyy, nice bum, where ya from?!

It took him a second to realize I was talking to him.

Except-

it wasn’t him.

It was some random new guy.

I quickly apologized and turned around to a bunch of people looking. All I could say was, “Uhhhh, yeah, I thought that was someone else, I thought it was Jamie, um, another server, um, I used to work here, okay bye.”

And then I quickly walked out.

THIS IS MY LIFE.

WHAT IS MY LIFE.

Holy fuck.

ahahhahahahhahahahhahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahhahahahah

STILL CRINGING.

I hate finishing novels.

I make friends with the characters, share their experiences, and root them on. Then the book ends and they stop talking to me.

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