February 2012
eight-seven-nine-oh
itsjakethough:
literally perfection.
The Frenemy.: The Things I Wish I Could Say →
eight-double-seven-eight
thefrenemy:
I’ve already done my laundry today and it is folded and put away!
Of course I have no responsibilities right now, we can just get drunk all day on this Wednesday.
I love handing over my rent check, it feels somewhat like flying
Why yes, ‘dancing to *NSync in my underwear’ is on my resume? So…
eight-seven-five-three
SHERLOCK: What's wrong?
WATSON: I just met a friend of yours.
SHERLOCK (puzzled): A friend?
WATSON: An enemy.
SHERLOCK: Oh. (Nonchalant.) Which one?
WATSON: Your archenemy, according to him. Do people have archenemies?
A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.
eight-seven-five-one