I keep forgetting that I’m friends with a bunch of old farts on here and probably make them feel very uncomfortable when I talk about things like being in my underwear.
But 17 hearts before most of you wake up is enough to make me not feel like a total asshole.
I’m not going to let this turn into a post that was started with the intentions of being short and sweet and ends up taking like ten minutes to read…
I came home early from work because my stomach and my brain hurt and the thought of being stuck in the dungeon for another four hours made me want to vomit.
Naturally, I checked my Tumblr before doing whatever I planned on doing to talk myself out of this panic attack from hell I’ve been suppressing for a week. It was like walking into a surprise party of lovin.
The idea of people having internet friends used to make me cringe a “whatever floats your boat” kind of cringe. It’s not as strange to me as it should be that getting 20+ notes on a personal post can go so much further than a long talk with a good friend would. I guess the blogging thing is in my blood.
Thank you. From the bottom of my [keyboard].