To show the placement of my little moogle dude. He’s on the inside of my left ankle. :) The artist kept calling him a “little booger” because he didn’t know what a moogle is. (To be fair it’s not a traditional looking moogle anyway, so much as like a moogle doll.)
By the way, design by Karu!
Love is when you accept someone for all their weird shipping habits and still love them anyway. (Even when they sometimes
totally kinda squik you out. :P)
THOSE COOKIES ARE THE BEST.
I KNOW I ATE LIKE THREE IN A ROW BEFORE I HAD TO STOP MYSELF.
In friend Becky’s pantry. And I promptly stole the whole box. (It’s okay, though, because she actually bought them for me and just kept forgetting to give them to me.) She forgot where she got them from and I think they’re a holiday thing.
Y’know, high school reunions were something I always saw on TV but never really thought about going to in real life. Now thinking of going to mine this year is a very uncomfortable feeling. >A<
Like. Hey cool, remember me? I never went to college, but I had a very trying career as a fast food employee for almost a decade, before hiding in the back room of Macy’s for slightly-more-than-minimum-wage, while I work on my hobby of crocheting stuff an’ drawing fictional boys kissing from TV shows.
Mine will be this year, if they invite me—which hopefully they won’t cause I dropped out and got a GED, so I didn’t graduate with the rest of them. But if they do that thing where they invite everyone who was EVER part of that class, and so me and all my friends who ended up fleeing the place before graduation get invited, it’ll be like “Hey, remember us, we were all supposed to be doctors and physicists, but we ended up being starving-artists-and-minimum-wage-drudges instead! Class of ’03!”
I don’t even feel like I’ve grown 10 years since graduating. I’m almost 30 an’ I have even less of an idea what I wanna do with my life than I did when graduating. xD High school wasn’t exactly my finest moments. At least I look better than I did then.
I dunno if I’ll go. It’s all the way in Ohio, an’ I’d have to get time off work, plus save up to get there. Telling your graduating class you got here on Greyhound isn’t a great conversation starter. :T
You could tell them you had to hook your way there. That’s a gr9 conversation starter. High school reunions are for lies. Didn’t you learn anything from Romy & Michelle?
Mine is next year, and even though I did go to college and have an actual career type job (you know, one where I haven’t gotten a raise in 5 years and in which I can’t move up at all, just stagnating where I am…) I also don’t have any romantic stability or children to speak of. Oh, and that whole “my mom and I live in the same house” bit will always translate to “I’m living with my mom” which will be taken as “I’m living in my mom’s basement spending all my time on the internet.”
Children of tumblr, enjoy your youth! The world doesn’t make any more sense ten years later than it does now! You think 30 means you’re an adult, but it really doesn’t! You’re just as clueless as you were at 20! Which is more clueless than when you’re 18, because at least at 18 you think you know everything. *gross sobbing*
“Who’s the little lady?” Benny asked, grinning at the small Asian woman.
“The lady is the mother of a prophet. And she can kick some demon ass, so don’t think she can’t kick yours, too!”
Linda snapped at him. “Now, now, no call for that. We all on the same side here, sugar.” He turned his grin to Dean now. “I like her. She’s a real firecracker.”
Oh! I almost forgot about all the train porn I’m going to write today, too!