i hate small talk
tell me about how lonely you are or tell me about why you keep waking up in the morning or talk to me about your mum’s eyes and your dad’s laugh. I don’t care about the weather and you don’t care about how my job’s going.
I’m so fucking in love with this.
Oh BOOHOO! God forbid you take the time to get the small courtesies of every day conversations out of the way before trying to pry into someone else’s personal feelings and lives. Trust like that isn’t handed out. You damn well better fuckin’ earn it with some sociable graces before you go asking people personal shit.
My fucking laptop died…
all of my work, art, and references and practices.
and I know a fucked hard drive…My hard drive is major fucked…
In Sir Kay’s kitchens the rule is generally that the amount of wood that is to be chopped is directly proportionate to how fit and good looking the laborer is. In Brunor’s case: all of it. And the Seneschal must observe the work being done…Can’t risk anything being done improperly.
Part of a fan fic:
Kay bitched at Arthur about how the young newly knighted greenhorns are basically mooching off the castle’s food and that the laborers couldn’t handle all the pomp and circumstance that came with each ceremony. So to fuck with him Arthur has all new younger knights have to help Kay in the kitchens for a week after they are knighted. Brunor was kept on for an unusually long amount of time…
My dream lady to marry is Wonder Woman…I just love her so much. And it hurts to know that we have yet to get the Amazon Princess a stand alone movie of her own.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
I’M THE BEST IN HISTORY
ALL YOU HATERS CAN SUCK MAH D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!