999 thou short of a mill
|34, white, bi, female, East Vancouver.
I love absurdity.
Fandoms: comics (mostly Marvel and Image; no DC), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Star Trek, Community, Sailor Moon, and many others.
|me:||[waiting with my bike at Kingsway and 12th to cross the street]|
|old bearded white man wearing toque:||excuse me...|
|old man:||[points up in the sky] is that a full moon?|
|me:||not quite... almost.|
|old man:||it looks like it just has a tiny clip taken out of it [points to his fingernail]|
|me:||yeah, it does! [the light changes.] have a good night, sir!|
|old man:||you have a good night, too!|
|me:||[waiting with my bike outside Safeway on Robson for Adam to buy matzoh]|
|homeless young asian man with chain of shopping carts:||excuse me...|
|homeless man:||do you know anyone who does any welding?|
|me:||no, I'm sorry, I don't.|
|homeless man:||oh, well you should look it up next time. [pointing to my phone]|
|me:||oh, okay, I will.|
|homeless man:||okay, have a good night.|
|(I walked past him with Adam later, and he waved and told me to have a good night again.)|
If you don’t ship Frank and Jenny, you’re tacky and I hate you.
I had a pretty good interview this morning but I’m downplaying how well I did because I feel like I’m not going to get it? My mom...
*unconsciously touches own boobs in public* *remembers im not suppose to do that*
I think you mean...
Shout out for the healing process that I was actually able to say it.
Do you ever think about all of the really nice drunk girls you’ve met in bathrooms and wonder how they are doing? I miss you all