Meaning we’re probably looking at Yet Another Open House. Which means Yet Another Weekend Out of My House. Yet Another Weekend of Traumatized Felines. Which means Yet Another Weekend of Inappropriate Feline Pooping. Which means Yet Another Week Where My Acid Reflux Burns Through My Medicine. Which means Yet Another Week of Cranky Fucking Tom.
Seriously, I don’t know what the fuck to do.
(via Jee Le - DC Show 2012 :: E_Hansen_Photography55.jpg image by Dhoonya - Photobucket)
LOOK AT MY FAAAAAACE.
I lost a follower!
Or 10.
(It was 10.)
I’m not sorry that they are afraid of falling in love with me because I’m so hot, funny, sweet, cute and...
I’m starting to think there’s a disgruntled Facebook user or two at Morgan Stanley & Goldman and were the ones to give out then-private information...
With (?) a (?) boy (?).
Yeesh (?).
Just discussed some key plot points over drinks.
