Challenge: Minimum of one selfie per month.Point of Challenge: To stop caring about not hitting the “standard of beauty.”January:Yoga on Interview DayFebruary: Search for a ValentineMarch: Nose in a BookApril: Jerzy KosinskiMay: Photobombing Feline CompanionJune: Giant Gambling DieJuly: We Are - Big Time RushAugust: The Doctor Returns September:My Editing Face
I got an email on a FF fan wanting to promote me, so I’ve decided to hustle my bustle on the third and final edit of this thing. Ughitty ugh. Third of the way in so far. (Thadeus is here to keep me company.)

Challenge: Minimum of one selfie per month.
Point of Challenge: To stop caring about not hitting the “standard of beauty.”
January:Yoga on Interview Day
February: Search for a Valentine
March: Nose in a Book
April: Jerzy Kosinski
May: Photobombing Feline Companion
June: Giant Gambling Die
July: We Are - Big Time Rush
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ugust: The Doctor Returns 
September:My Editing Face

I got an email on a FF fan wanting to promote me, so I’ve decided to hustle my bustle on the third and final edit of this thing. Ughitty ugh. Third of the way in so far. (Thadeus is here to keep me company.)

Fantasy book recommendation.

“A tense, moving, and wondrously strange first novel. The photographs and text work together brilliantly to create an unforgettable story.”—John Green, New York Times best-selling author ofThe Fault in Our Stars

Doctor Who (S2E11)

Doctor Who (S2E11)

So I was cashing a long line of people out today and this couple notices that the woman behind them is in a motorized cart.

Couple: “Do you need help putting your things on the belt?”
Woman: “I’m not handicapped, I’m just lazy.”

At this point my blood starts to boil. We all know that a lot of our customers use the motorized carts because they are lazy or fat, but to hear someone admit it- ugh. It’s like using a handicapped parking spot because you’re too lazy to walk.

Another couple gets into line behind the woman. 

Couple: “Do you need help getting your bags?”
Woman: “I’m not handicapped, I’m just lazy. I didn’t feel like walking around the store. Ha ha.”

I don’t know if I should be pissed that she thinks she’s entitled to something that she’s not during the busiest shopping hour of the week, happy that there are still decent human beings out there willing to help others, or ashamed of myself for wishing something did happen to harm her, only to have no motorized carts left to use.

What has happened to humanity?

Anonymous said: Everything okay? You haven't posted much and I miss your stories. Are you done with the fandom?

Okay is a pretty relative term, so let’s just say that I’ve had a lot on my metaphorical plate this past month (moving, major changes at work, dealing with my ED) so I haven’t taken the time to sit down and indulge myself.
Despite a lack of cable, meaning I have to scrounge around for episodes on my beau’s slow internet, I am not leaving the fandom. Last episode made me squeal and bounce like a small child. In fact, I wrote a oneshot today. Go check it out!

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Some people deserve a high five to the face…others a low five to the balls.
An awkward, blunt, sarcastic control freak aiming for that impossible standard of happiness, by simultaneously living in a world of idealized fiction and the broken truth.

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