ughuhgufh you know that feeling where you want someone SO BAD like not even in a sexual way like you just want to touch their skin and hug them and feel their warmth and smell their scent and feel how soft their hair is and look into their eyes and hear their voice and soak in their presence like it’s physically impossible to have them by your side but you need it so bad like you just want them to be yours you want them physically there for you
do you guys ever do that thing where you adjust the tabs because they don’t look like they’re in the right order
I was reading about people’s experiences in bathrooms, and it reminded me of the time an Army woman was staying over in our accommodation
I was looking through the differences between Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and:
Harry counted out five little bronze coins and the owl held out his leg so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off through the open window.
This confuses me so much. Surely that’s saying that Harry flew off through the open window?
The word “off” is redundant there too.
I got back yesterday at 7:30pm. By 7:30pm today my old boss was on the phone asking me to work tomorrow night. As soon as I said yes he was trying to hang up, and I only just managed to ask whether I was cooking or pretending to be a chef de partie again like I was on New Years Eve. Sort of important so I know what to wear.
I’m going to be waiting in my steelies from work.
Oh, and I don’t know the chef or the waitress, or probably even the barman. They probably don’t know that I exist.