Hey, look! A thing.

my financial issues are temporarily dealt with

thank you god

caught sight of my boxers and just sort of

stopped

and was like

no

jack what are you doing

you shouldn’t be packing on your period dude that won’t end well

and then i remembered i’m not actually packing

my brain is now autocorrecting penis

apparently one of my boyfriend’s flatmates came back and got freaked out because she could hear noises and didn’t think anyone else was here

i apologised

and said i thought somebody might have been back because i heard noises last night

but

apparently she only came back this morning

ahhhhh

ow

don’t mind me i’ll just be curling up in pain

guess no work’s getting done today

fml

»’go to uganda ok’

»start thinking this is some insane beginning instruction for a treasure hunt/quest/adventure

»re-read text

»realise it says ‘got’ rather than ‘go

»text is from mum reassuring you everything is fine

»realise you are somewhat disappointed

»you sort of wanted the adventure

but I have so much to do

help

just so I could stick it in the fridge and freak my boyfriend the fuck out

(it’d probably freak out his flatmates also, but they’re not the ones dreaming about me sticking a child of ours in the fridge)

I hit 3000 words at last woooo

I might even finish this fic tomorrow

it’s just that every few hundred words I stop and stare at the page and just think

what the actual fuck am i writing

Fwee~

and it was one of the pairs that have just been lying around forever and I’ve been fighting to get rid of 

see ya, gyarados pumps