mayqueen517

Today was kind of awful, because I spent most of it kind of prickly and trying to escape to the bedroom to have a good crying jag and listen to music and veg out. Instead, Gramma wouldn't leave me alone, kept wanting to talk about innane stuff, so I spent most of the day feeling on edge and tense.

I finally came into the living room and put on Doctor Who ('cause Mom got me Season 5. ♥__♥) and was able to destress a little. It also had the added bonus of the fact that Vincent And The Doctor makes me cry like a babyyyyyy, and I could just blame it on Doctor Who.

The sucky part is that what I would really love right now is a hug. I just want someone to hug me and let me hang on and cling to them, but I can't ask for that. It's hard for me to ask for hugs, idk. (It's part of why, when I met Sisky in August, I spent two weeks afterward FLAILING silently, because it was exactly what I needed sometimes, to be able to look back at.) (I will hug the fuck out of you upon meeting you and I LOVE hugs...but it's stupidly hard for me to ask.)

Anyways, the whole point of this is that things have been sucky today, the 3 words thing is amazingly lovely and I can't stop making quiet little heart-eyes at it.

But you know what I wanna do? I wanna break some comments tonight. I don't think I've ever broken 100 comments in this journal. Or any journal, really.

ETA: OH WAIT, I HAVE BROKEN 100 COMMENTS IN THIS JOURNAL BEFORE. Whoops. WHATEVS, LET'S DO IT AGAIN.

So come on, guys. Ask me random questions, let's comment!fic. SOMETHING. Let's do that photo tag thingy. At least, I think that's what it's called. (where someone posts a picture, and the response to it has to be kind of similar? IDK)

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dude, dude, dude, totally with you on the hugs thing (one downside of moving countries and all /o\)

LET'S BREAK SOME MOFO COMMENTS, YO! let';s ease in with an oldie but a goodie

ONE TWO THREE FOUR, I DECLARE AN ICON WAR!