In November 2009, a self-proclaimed Archaeology Lifer found herself employed as a Flight Attendant. She's not sure how it happened. No one really is. Here's what happened next...
nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..
Is it me or is that “I came out to have a good time” thing getting really old really quickly?
the sherlock press team need to learn from Beyonce and just drop a new episode at midnight without telling anyone
I’m fucking hyperventilating.