Today at work I had a customer ask me how my grandchildren were. When I managed to squeak out that I was only 35
she gave a a skeptical look. I quit at life. Seriously. *weeps*
There isn't that much fucking gray in my hair dammit!!!
In other news, I need people to talk me out of starting a independent rp tumblr. Because I'm already writing head canon. angelfirenze
I miss rp-ing sooo bad. Why? Why does real life have to thwart us? Sirius needs to give James his quiche!!!!