So, I know who follows me. But, who follows me?
And I get paid in a few hours. Today has been nice.
So after MONTH’s of battling with AT&T over why our internet and tv cuts out randomly throughout the day until 8pm until the next morning where it cuts out every 5 minutes, they’ve finally sent out a technician and he just told us something is wrong with the lines and that it isn’t anything our fault. WELL NO FUCKING SHIT. I wouldn’t have called if it was something I could fix. So. They are sending a guy tomorrow to repair the lines and hopefully, I’ll actually have a better connection AND get the promised download speeds.
So, I drive this green chevy cavalier and one of my friends drives the exact same car except red. So. I’ve named mine Luigi and his Mario.
Today I witnessed some little 9th or 10th grader wearing a shirt that said, “Cool story babe, now make me a sandwich.” I could smell his virginity.
If you ever see me with a shirt on of a show, movie or whatever on it that you love too
you have the right to sit your ass down in front of me and start talking
my public representation of my fandoms is an invitation to come and talk to me about it
(Source: mccoymedical, via jadesgotswag)
I’m doing the quest, “Take it Back!”
in Fallout 3, and all of a sudden I get the message that Shrapnel is unconscious and I of course am confused. Next thing I know, I see Shrapnel on the bridge (keep in mind liberty prime and the enclave and the brotherhood are duking it out right now) shooting at the Enclave.
This bitch left Rivet City to fight a war. I’m so proud.
