I rode out to the Loblaws on Sunday to buy groceries and it was raining a little bit (more like misting). When I got back Andrea called out
Andrea: That was fast! How is the rain?
MK: It’s fine! It’s just misting, really!
Andrea:....
Andrea: (comes out of the living room and stares)
MK: What?
Andrea: Just checking you’re not concussed and hiding any broken limbs. You look okay.
MK: ...? Oh! Because I said fine. It all went okay. Not fine. Okay.
Andrea: Better.
Because we’ve made a rule that if Andy or I say “It’s fine” Andrea can just force us to go to the hospital in a cab or ambulance. (It’s for the best, really. We have a history.)
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If I de-friended you recently on LJ it’s because I’ve got you on DW. <3
MK: [walks into the M.A.C store] Hi. My face gets really red and shiny, so I’d like something for that, but I don’t like foundation.
Shop girl: Hm, okay, well by the looks of things you’re probably porcelain. You’re wearing bronzer, right?
MK: ....
MK: No. I was serious when I said my face gets really red.
Shop girl: ?
MK: That’s just my face. ._.
Faux pas! But at least now I have a thing for my face that is not disgusting (it’s actually nice!) and fixes that.
( Fic recs: Hawaii Five-0, BBC Sherlock, Inception, Merlin, Harry Potter )
Guys, I love my job, but sometimes I wish I worked for Entertainment Weekly or something, just talking smack and sparkles about tv shows (and the odd movie). That would be awesome. Today an old man shat his pants on the steps of my work, came in, shat them in the lobby, then locked himself in a bathroom. They had to call the police, and I had to exit through a side door.
I wish I had $5000 spare cash right now. I would take off as soon as the University goes on winter break and camp out at
rageprufrock’s flat for two weeks.
Andrea: That was fast! How is the rain?
MK: It’s fine! It’s just misting, really!
Andrea:....
Andrea: (comes out of the living room and stares)
MK: What?
Andrea: Just checking you’re not concussed and hiding any broken limbs. You look okay.
MK: ...? Oh! Because I said fine. It all went okay. Not fine. Okay.
Andrea: Better.
Because we’ve made a rule that if Andy or I say “It’s fine” Andrea can just force us to go to the hospital in a cab or ambulance. (It’s for the best, really. We have a history.)
( Links )
If I de-friended you recently on LJ it’s because I’ve got you on DW. <3
MK: [walks into the M.A.C store] Hi. My face gets really red and shiny, so I’d like something for that, but I don’t like foundation.
Shop girl: Hm, okay, well by the looks of things you’re probably porcelain. You’re wearing bronzer, right?
MK: ....
MK: No. I was serious when I said my face gets really red.
Shop girl: ?
MK: That’s just my face. ._.
Faux pas! But at least now I have a thing for my face that is not disgusting (it’s actually nice!) and fixes that.
( Fic recs: Hawaii Five-0, BBC Sherlock, Inception, Merlin, Harry Potter )
Guys, I love my job, but sometimes I wish I worked for Entertainment Weekly or something, just talking smack and sparkles about tv shows (and the odd movie). That would be awesome. Today an old man shat his pants on the steps of my work, came in, shat them in the lobby, then locked himself in a bathroom. They had to call the police, and I had to exit through a side door.
I wish I had $5000 spare cash right now. I would take off as soon as the University goes on winter break and camp out at