idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”
how you think it should go: remove old one, screw on new thread, attach new one
how it actually went: remove old one, try two different size threads. neither one fits. get one thread stuck inside new gear knob, accidentally drop the other one into a hole in the centre console, never to be seen again. give up and put old scratched gear knob back on, retire from ordinary life and find a new home in the forest where cars are unnecessary and everything is peaceful
Doctor who series 12 continuing the tradition of feeding the bisexuals with period clothing, thirteen in a waistcoat, and an incredibly attractive cast we have no choice but to stan
you ever see people on tinder who seem like they have too much of a life and you swipe left cause you just can’t handle that. every picture of them is zip lining and climbing mount everest and doing handstands on the beach like i’m too tired for this. please just go home
I like to fuck around and waste time for at least ~6-10 hours per day, and let me tell you, that really puts some pressure on your schedule. you have no idea how busy I am
