I really wish I could tell these assignments and journo work to go fuck themselves, and then spend all day tumblring and watching The Vampire Diaries or The West Wing. But I can’t. Ah, responsibilities..
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be...– Shakespeare (Hamlet)
After I finished rehearsals tonight I was hanging at the boys house waiting for him to come home from doing boy stuff with boys and cars and such. He finds out I was using his xbox while he was out. I was playing COD His reaction: “….. You’re. Amazing.”