I’m sorry, but why is it that you feel the need to message me every single day? Normally I like talking to people, but this is just too much.
I’m sorry, but why is it that you feel the need to message me every single day? Normally I like talking to people, but this is just too much.
It’s common sense.
Ok, let’s go with your logic for just one second. By your logic, you, a straight woman, can now, of your free will, develop an “urge” to be gay. Right? Can you?
No. You cannot. Because being gay is not a choice. It is not an urge. It is not as if…
Well, Izzi, I think you just owned that person!
(Source: e-m-i-l-y-x, via ieatfreshmen)
Got to admit though, I don’t understand why anyone would go through 2 year old posts :S
Well spotted, anon.
People change. Opinions change - I know mine did. I was 17 when I wrote that. I’m now a 19 year old student.
I also put all my books/folders/notes from this year into a giant Bank bag.
I cannot lift this bag.
I have some to the conclusion that no, my stuff will not fit into just one bag and I will, therefore, have to take my case home.
(via stefisthebatman)
So on the parcel you’re Mair Mair?
Yep, pretty much! It’s OK though, reception changed it. I’m just not allowed to collect it til like 5.
So, I ordered some shoes from tReds, and it turns out they put my first name as my surname, too, which is a pain enough. Now I find out that they’ve left my package at reception (because apparently it’s too difficult to drop it at my flat which they’d drive past on their way out anyway) and because of the name screw up I’m worried it’s going to be more difficult to get them back. I’ve emailed, but they’re taking forever to get back to me (reception, that is).
I just want my shoes!!!