Wanting to tell someone that you got a new part-time job; but not wanting to, because they’ve been having such a difficult time finding a job for themselves (and applied for the same job that you just got….)
Would like to go, please!
I’ve suddenly got this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I don’t know what the cause of it could be…
the academy award goes to me for acting like i give a fuck
Pretty sure you’ve told me there isn’t a shift for me to volunteer because I couldn’t come to the thing on Tuesday. Do you know the hassle i’ve went to, to make sure that I could come along to the dress rehearsal next week? And now you don’t want me? Well, fuck you then.
Bad Camberg, Germany( by Bert)
The internet is a terrible place. It’s far too easy to find out information about someone. It’s taking all my self control not to read someone’s Linked-In profile at the moment….
That’s a lot of information to get in thirty seconds.
It would be nice if people stopped pointing out when I blush. It’s not like I want to do it. It’s not like I can’t already feel the heat in my face. Stop. Please. I don’t know why the joke that I fancied him - when in all honesty I really don’t - caused my face to go red. Maybe it was all the attention placed on the face I pulled initially. Fml.