it’s okay though because after the last episode you pretty much lose the will to live altogether so yeah
I’m never going to be happy again so I’ll just curl up in my sock drawer and sleep for days.
and that after that I will never see a new one. ever. again.
You know in 42 where it stops being this sadish song and then gets super dancey at 2:43? I JUST WANT IT IN MY LIFE FOR ALWAYS. I long for this section as its own song.
I like Coldplay. Deal with it.
So, I was nannying today, and Sally (6 y.o.) and I were sitting doing homework. Molly (5 y.o.) decides it would be awesome to go through my purse, which I’m normally cool with because they don’t consider the zippers inside. Although this time she does.
And she pulls out a tampon.
And she goes, “Miss Brittany! What is this? Is this a marker or something?”
Cue me going really flustered because a five year old is waving a tampon in the air and I’m desperately trying to both play it cool and enforce that WE DO NOT GRAB TAMPONS AND WAVE THEM LIKE IT IS THE FOURTH OF JULY “Uhh, no, Molly, that’s for grown ups!”
“Oh… like a permanent marker.”