…when your nerdy-ass girlfriend and your nerdy-ass ex happily head into hour five or six of a show they’ve been watching since 2 in the afternoon, and it’s 8 in the evening…and you want to do something else but you can’t concentrate on anything because the volume is way too loud and they’re both exclaiming and talking and laughing and there are Daleks beeping and it seems cute and entertaining but inside you’re like-
-So you sit at your laptop staring at the screen for the third hour in a row, trying to type past the second sentence of a paragraph that you know you’ll never finish while this crap is continuing, and you’re like-
-but you stay silent because it’s awkward as hell to disappoint people, and the silence afterward is so stifling and they would feel like you took something fun away or you feel like they would because you’re anxious and no one understands why you can’t watch marathons of the same stimuli that last all day and all night without cringing at the end. So you sit. And…and…-
-Never mind. I love my friends and family. I just…bleh. Bah. Guh-
-I’ll type later. And take a very, very quiet shower. Maybe while wearing ear-plugs and running a white noise machine that overrides the entire second floor of my house. They’re just too cute when they’re happy and nerdy and snorting at David Tenant, and I don’t wanna be a bitch. Blah.
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT STEPHEN MOFFET!!!!! QUIT MAKING AWESOME THINGS THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR NERDS TO STOP WATCHING THEM!!!!!!!!
WHY DOES ASKING SIMPLE QUESTIONS OF PEOPLE I’VE KNOWN MY ENTIRE LIFE FREAK ME OUT SO MUCH?! I CAN’T EVEN CALL A WOMAN I’VE KNOWN SINCE I WAS SIX TO ASK FOR A RIDE TO WORK AAAAAAAAAH-
BECAUSE WHAT IF SHE SOMEHOW HATES ME AFTER NINETEEN YEARS FOR ONE QUESTION?! AAAAAAH….
AAAAAH!!!!!! *tears out hair*
My mouth is all like ^^VV
But I guess I don’t have cavities…
…Even if most of my mouth is comprised of fillings at 24. Thanks Genetics.
BRB. Putting ice on my jaw, then gonna take the TARDIS back in time to reinvent teeth. God better be fucking ready for me to punch him for making such an obviously defective product.
YOU HEARD ME, GOD. ON GALLIFREY, OUR TEETH COME WITH WARRANTIES.
100 YEAR WARRANTIES!!!!!!
…Fuck it. I am so done with today.