Just another college student born and raised in Brooklyn. A lover of coffee, tea, reading, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Doctor Who, Volkswagen buses and technical theatre with goals of traveling the world, educating children, opening a cafe, and penning a novel.
Things I will not judge you for:
Things I will judge you for:
•Not signalling while driving
•How you treat wait staff
•Which way you think the toilet roll goes
SOMEONE SAID IT. The toilet thing, this is my pet peeve omg
Please, tell me more about how my cousins keep getting full rides to fancy colleges because of their “talent on the field and in the classroom” and getting apartments and stuff while I’m just sitting here with my arthritis fighting with a CUNY just to get a dorm room so I don’t have to spend four hours getting to and from school.
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number
This post got better since I re-blogged it earlier.
Look at all the kitties!
Two summers ago I went to the MP3 experiment (run by Improv Everywhere) and left with a thin plastic sword.
Today my mother was sitting on the couch watching tv and my brother was asleep on the other couch. So obviously, I ran in screaming CHARGEEEEEEEEEEE and brandishing my sword. He didn’t wake up, she’s pissed, and I’m still cracking up.