*sobs uncontrollably*

recording the final episode of ‘cabin pressure’
(also, how cute is cumberbatch here?)

I don’t want Cabin Pressure to end, but I know it has to.

Thank you, John Finnemore, for introducing me to a new group of friends and giving me such a nice sandbox to play in.

 

 

 

And so it begins…

my first (ukrainian) dictionary

It’s a lot harder to find Ukrainian language lessons than you’d think.

EVERYONE and their mother will teach you Russian - and there are a large percentage of Ukies who speak Russian - but I think we can all agree that if I’m going to go through all the trouble of learning a new language (WITH A NEW ALPHABET!), I’m learning the right one.

Besides, the Russians - and their language - can go fuck themselves.

I did find a few places where I can learn Ukie, and I’m just waiting on final quotes from both of them.

——

That Friend (you know… THAT one) had finally watched the Harry Potter films a few months ago and he had some of the best comments on it ever.

Like this really tame one: “Smack my bum, Harry. SMACK IT”

SO. I was telling him about my little Drarry fan fic (and of course, he’s not into slash, so he called me a few choice names), and it’s his birthday at the end of the week…

I found the perfect card!

The front has a picture of a typewriter and says: “My novel (if I write one) will be filled with wizards, unicorns, tornadoes, a time machine, talking dragons, a rainbow made out of candy, ninjas, and dancing robots. And of course, you.

<3"

Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant.

——

Saw my drug dealer today. Every visit I have to fill out a self-evaluation form (Am I suicidal? Do I hear voices? Am I eating?) and on their random scoring system, I dropped 16 points. I guess that’s a good thing because she was all like “WOO” and I was all like “What the fuck?”

And on that note - it’s time to go pack for the land of Dirty (dirty, dirty!) Hippies.