I will not overthink this

And now, I’m stuck singing Little Peter Rabbit like Julie Andrews

A possible opportunity to take archery up as a hobby has sprung (I’ve narrowed it down from pistol and golf mostly based on the criterion of which club members will be less judgy of my absolute lack of aptness) and my little gay heart squeed when I realized that this will bring me one step closer to being the living avatar of Katniss “Miss Thang” Everdeen, seeing that I already posses the blunted emotional affect people know and love in theory but not so much in practice.

So I thought, “Huzzah! I will not be a Peeta anymore!” which reminded me that I just always assumed he was a South Asian Indian female whenever people talked about him when the hype for The Hunger Games Trilogy was just building. Because I’m like, well, if Katniss keeps saving Peeta, then obviously, Peeta is the girl, and what the hell kind of name is Katniss? It’s like catnip with a weird lisp, and I’m super sexist.

And then I thought, “By god, if I hadn’t seen his name spelled out so many times before I watched this movie, I probably would’ve thought everyone just had a way of going British whenever they call that Peter guy.” 

 And now, I’m stuck singing Little Peter Rabbit like Julie Andrews.

I KNEW IT; I can’t handle watching an episode of Undercover Boss.

TOO MUCH FEELS of the good kind is still too much!

On that note, today, I talked and coached my sister into finally getting someone working under her get fired by their boss.

I’m not sure how I feel about realizing that some people seem to see me as a go-to coach on how to go about being what some may understandably perceive as a heartless bitch to do what needs to be done with tact and finesse. I mean, I guess I’m just a natural at it, and I feel like it can be something to be proud of, but let’s focus on my more cuddly strengths okay?

I thought there was an axe murderer in my car

By the time I realized it was just the rear wiper making the swishy noises, I had already accepted my death.

I was just like, “WELP, I guess today’s the day.”

For the first time in history, my paranoia and overactive imagination has made me realize that I am completely at peace with my life. 

ma-bster replied to your photoset: Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Tsk tsk tsk, hitting the bottle again, Dino? :P

*le sigh* If things don’t go well, pretend boyfran and I might be breaking up again.

lol Seriously though, we ship each other so hard, but I think the network has ordered at least four more seasons so there’s just a lot of push and pull to keep the dramatic tension, I guess. I don’t even know if we’ll ever get to the finale before we get cancelled. I swear to god, this might even end all 500 Days of Summer style, although barring (HUGE) continuity gaps, we’re closing in on day 1000. Our OST should definitely include “Somewhere Down the Road”.

If I were one to take up to drinking to give me hugs from the inside, this would be the time for it.

AHM GNAT DRINKEN CUZ AHM LIEK EET HUUURTS MAN CUZ LIEK FUCKEM MAN LIEK AH LUV HEEM BUT IT’S LIEK AND AH KNOE HE LUVS ME BUT LIEK MAYBE IT’S JUST NOT LIEK BUT WE’RE BOTH STILL HOPING LIEK WHATEVER MAN IT’S ST PADDY’S DAY LET’S CELEBRATE WOOHOO IT’S ALL HAPPY TIMES MAN FUCK WOOOHOOO!

The end. lol

[EDIT: Yeaaaaah this is not looking well.  He replied to my treaty in a way that in my heart of hearts I wish he wouldn’t but knew he would. WELP I tried.] 

[EDIT2: SLIGHTLY better outlook.]