Americans Were Asked To Place European Countries On A Map. Here’s What They Wrote:
i have been laughing for days “glad to see college paid off” “i went to college i have my masters” “cold”
Reblogging again because perfection
i am extremely amused by that one that is still convinced that germany is split
The last one.. Poland, Poland, Poland, Poland. LOL They’re bound to get one right that way.
I hate my life on so many levels right now.
So what a shitty week I’ve had. After le boyfriend broke up with me, I decided to sell my house and actually had someone interested in it right off the bat. I told idiot-boy to be out by Sunday…of course he wasn’t and complained that I didn’t give him enough time. -eye twitch- I’m sorry, but who broke up with who? Did he really expect me to just let him hang around after that? Uh.. fuck no. So, it was Tuesday before he was finally out. I missed three days of work because I stayed home to clean up after his piggy ass. I was literally done with cleaning 2 hours before the lady was scheduled to come see it. Fucktard didn’t lift a finger to help clean a damn thing. Asshole.
The lady made an offer, but then decided this morning that the master bedroom wasn’t big enough for her. Whatever, she was a bitch anyways and said there was “a lot of work” that needed to be done. Bullshit. It’s move-in ready. She just didn’t want to pay what I was asking. Whatever. Her loss. So now we have several realtors coming to see the property and I’ll pick the one i like best to represent me and get it the fuck sold.
In the meantime I’m living with my parents (ugh) and commuting an hour one-way to work (double ugh). I’ve been looking for jobs elsewhere, but we’ll see what happens.
I’m just glad it’s over with shithead. He made the break up really easy by showing his true colors at the end. What a fucking asshat.
Someone please tell me this shitty feeling ends after a breakup. I just feel like I’m going to puke.
I decided I’m going to sell the house and try to relocate. I have no ties to where we were living other than my job, so there is no point in staying up there. My parents are going to let me stay with them until I find my feet.
I just want to be past all of this. I want to have the house sold and our things divided. I want to be okay. I’m not even angry at him for the way we broke up, I’m just sad and sick.
After six years together, my boyfriend comes home and breaks up with me out of the blue. Says he doesn’t see our relationship going any further than it’s gone. As much as I complained about him, I still loved him. Now I have to figure out what the the hell I’m going to do.
Well played, dash; well played.
Not to burst any Cockles bubbles, but his stance in the photo with Mark is pretty much just like his stance on his “date night” in Rome with Jensen — the one where Misha wasn’t in the group selfie but still just draped over J for unknown reasons.
Maybe he just likes this pose?
At the time, I felt like this was pretty good “proof” that Cockles is real. There was no need for Misha to be that close ( as the selfie proved).
Now the pose just seems… cheapened?
C’mon tinatters, give me a reason to see something special between Misha and J here.
The picture with Mark is a posed shot, whereas the selfie one was him being natural. Someone probably told Misha to stand closer to Mark, but no one has to tell him to stand closer to Jensen.