Further proof that pareidolia is awesome.
whatever makes it easier to live with your roommates, folks
@the-cimmerians some levity for your Friday. Much lovins. x
Further proof that pareidolia is awesome.
whatever makes it easier to live with your roommates, folks
@the-cimmerians some levity for your Friday. Much lovins. x
Next time I need @lurkdusoleil to join me and @pletzel so we can be cranky old people togeth- I mean, we can go party hard together!! Because that’s exactly what we did haha!!
There ain't no party like a British tea party.
Closing the calendar by around 10pm EST.
@pletzel, @chindyalo, @finnkurtismydrug, @knittycat99, @ca-babs, @pterawaters, @im-not-old @ucanhavemysoup @starkurt @freakingpotter Anybody?
Boost the shit out of this so Patch & Rav don’t have to do like 8 days.
Anyone?
European comfort food club.
Me and @pletzel spent a quiet day in (we are both 70 years old, it seems 😂😱), then she made me scones for afternoon tea 💖💟💜 so I made sausage and saffron risotto and it turned out real good! 🍛🍴 Also her cats are so fucking soft, I think my depression is cured 🐱💐
Old lady supper club buddies for life. 🇮🇹🇬🇧
You only wish you were as cute as me and @gingerstellagiulia
I have worked 49 hours so far this week and not seen natural daylight but @gingerstellagiulia is coming tomorrow and we're going to have fondue, and gin, and cat snuggle time, and I can't wait to see my fave Italian 💛💚💙💜❤️
reblog if your url represents who you really are
I’m a southerner, a nurse, and I was born in 1986….so, yeppers.
I mean…
lol
I'm 90% flat carbohydrate product, so pretty much. @ravingliberal wins the most literal to literal, though.
All wrapped up for fireworks in the amazing hat @ravingliberal knitted for me. Thanks, Babeface!
So. I have pneumonia again. No working laptop. Two and half weeks to write my thesis or delay my graduation until next autumn. Cancelled two dates with a person who might be something very serious and now thinks I’m flakier than sunburn. Not to mention the family crazy hitting Pletzel towers.
This year is basically a one-way exercise in fucking me over. And I’m not going to bend down and take it. I’m going to get my hair done tomorrow, go on my date this Friday, and pull a barely-legible thesis that’s just good enough to pass out of my flabby butt. So there.
The "something very serious" turned out to be a two month relationship that ended amicably in a new strong friendship, my thesis got an 89, and my hair looks fucking awesome. I'm three weeks into my first big girl RN job and loving it, and I'm on meds that have made me more stable than I've been in years.
It's amazing how ten weeks can change everything.
Remember When “Nurse” Was A Genre?
@pletzel tag yourself ;)
And yourself, @illbeyourmursesomeday? 😛
The guy I’ve been seeing and one of his partners are currently live Tweeting the various single malts and food they’re eating on their romantic weekend at a Kate Bush tribute festival. I? Am holed up in the library writing about change management.
This is the absolute antithesis of compersion.
reblog Toilet Goblin for good toilet luck
I always need good toilet luck.
omg
Bad stuff happens in the bathroom...