Celebrities who I cannot readily follow / obsess over on Tumblr interest me less than those who seem to exist solely as gifsets on my dash.
Every single reply I get from fanmail I send to favourite tumblrs makes me all squee-ey and fan girly and excited just like the one time I met my rockstar author hero.
And I swear I bomb every reply exactly as I bombed meeting him.
But I still message the awesome people here because I can’t help myself.
Just the one. Oh, well, alright. Two then.
So, it’s raining. And there’s a baseball game on. And I’m sitting in the front room - which, by the way, is in the back of the house but inevitably, in the way these things work, it’s still the front room - contemplating a few key moments from today.
a) I realised I spelled something in the American way without thinking.
b) Someone’s told me I have a “tiny bit” of an accent, and I was offended. Because I know, thankyouverymuch, that it’s more than a bit. Or, was.
c) I stopped paying attention to the baseball when the Phils started to lose.
d) It’s been nothing but Sherlock tumblr gifs and Florence and the Machine for the better part of the last two hours.
e) I finished the last bottle about an hour ago, and I’m seriously in mourning.
f) Adulthood is much more dull than I figured it would be.
g) July is coming.