Dateline: Sucksville

Faith in humanity: decreasing
Urge to kill: rising

Find a happy place, Kate. Find a goddamn happy place.


[ETA:]

Better. But, for some reason, the pen I've been using for the last half an hour smells like beef.


...Yeah.

I know the most amazing people.

Thanks to Todd (by way of ice cream and surprise bundles of white lilies waiting for me on my kitchen table) and Lil (by way of TARDIS keychains and crime fiction), the rest of my day can be summarized by the following picture:

( click-a-roo )

There's no place to go from here but to the top of the food chain.

Thanks, guys. ♥