Just when i was starting to think the real world wasn’t so bad, people were awesome and I had great friends, it smacks me in the face with a brick just to remind me how fucking awful it really is. Like, a giant, two by four sized brick to the face. And as I land I take a header into a concrete wall and am run over by a speeding semi-truck.
To go where fandom thrives, to find those just as crazy, away from confused and unconcerned friends. Onto the interwebz!
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In which I went on vacation, had crappy crappy internet
Then I got home and had to spend ten minutes figuring out why the home network wasn’t connected.
If the world ends and the internet is gone, I don’t know what I would do. Go insane?
I have very few issues with things that slither and crawl and have more than four legs or have four legs but are very small. I’ve picked up spiders, I’ve carried a snake through a girl scout camp (oh, that one went over well. I was called over the loudspeaker. “Courtney, your mother would like to see you”). I’ve picked up mice, half eaten rabbits courtesy of one of my five cats and any other number of disturbing things.
But there is one thing that makes my entire body shiver and I have issues with them. For no logical reason, seeing as it isn’t poisonous or bity or anything. But they make me twitch. Severely.
I can’t deal with them. At all. I jump and scream and reach for the nearest broom and flail wildly. My usual reaction to seeing one of these?
So yeah. Just thought I would share, seeing as I’m fairly certain there’s one in my room hiding under the baseboards just waiting till I’m not paying attention to spring.
Tumblr Name: obsessedkuroi
Nickname(s): Er…i got Kuroi as a nickname in highschool…still sorta sticks.
Birthday: 9 February
Relationship Status: single, but I get invited to orgies, so it works.
Random fact about you: When I laugh, I squeak like a gerbil stuck in it’s cage. My family mocks me mercilessly for it and everyone else wonders if I’m hyperventilating.
Just so I feel like I’m doing something about keeping up with my goals, I want there to be some kind of record. So I’m writing here.
I am trying to go running everyday. One day down so far. Let’s see how long.
Tomorrow, if it existed, would be the day I would be leaving London to return to dreary and swealteringly hot Florida (North Florida). But, since tomorrow doesn’t exist and we’re skipping all over the 19th of April, just in case anyone was wondering, I will instead be wandering through Hyde Park and noming at my favorite restaraunt and walking across Waterloo and taking pictures of pigeons. This is how it is going to happen.
Because if tomorrow really did exist, I wouldn’t be functioning because I would be leaving behind all the awesomeness that is London and the people I met and everything. I just can’t. So, no tomorrow.
Just a heads up.