I’m sick… Need 12 step program. Stat.
the setlock pictures kill me
The girl who thought Kate Spade was a person and not a brand knows:
John wears jumpers that Martin Freeman picks out.
Moriarty wears Westwood.
Sherlock wears Spencer Hart suits, Dolce and Gabbana shirts, and that coat? That amazing, wonderful, coat? A Belstaff.
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Applied for a UK accounting job. 99.9999999% sure I’m not qualified, but maybe the recruiter might find something I’m a fit for.
I have a job interview on Tuesday, and I’m meeting with Jimmy The Pimp’s boss on Monday.
I don’t even care any more… I don’t want to be unemployed, but I am so done with looking for work.
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Aaaaand, since someone asked:
The most adorable lisp. EVER. (Once it’s been pointed out that he lisps when he’s tired, or animated, or that he flat out struggles with ‘sp’ sounds, you can’t help but notice it. After repeated viewings. Of course. What? It’s research. For science, Jawn!)
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I’ve taken to walking on the furniture. I do not know why, but when I do, I yell, “THE FLOOR IS LAVA, JAWN!” (Original image here.)
The neighbors must think I’m out of my fucking mind.
I think they’re right.