n. the moment of realization that your quintessential self isn’t going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the humble kid for whom nothing is easy, who has spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before stumbling out into the glare of your life, which by then is already well into its second act.
Brad Paisley looks like Richard Hammond, at least in this one picture on Xbox Music. is that a thing?
upon further investigation, I think Hammond and David Tennant produced Paisley. it’s the only logical explanation
Brad Paisley looks like Richard Hammond, at least in this one picture on Xbox Music. is that a thing?
nobody put the saddest screenshot of all in that “let’s make a sad post without violence” thread…
“AND I WON’T FEEEEEEEEEL
… a thing.”
PUT UP PICTURES ANYWAY
PICS.
*AHEM* by popular demand…
hub ALSO bought me ice cream because I’d been complaining of no desserts the past few days. ate a bunch, it was heavenly. now sitting down to play a bit of Oblivion and go, “damn. I really wish we had crackers.”
I turn, hoping at least to see the Saltines, and there’s a box of Triscuits. damn son
Jake got me an A+ strapless dress for dirt cheap at the thrift store today, and I put on a vest and my sword-belt and it’s great. tempted to share the picture but it’s ultimate vainblogging.
