Mid-conversation, Kik decided to start sending message notifications but no actual messages. Twenty minutes later, it’s still sending me a new notification every 30-60 seconds. That’s not annoying at all. 

Anyone else having issues today?

Moral of the story: Don’t keep my Chinese food from me when I’m hungry.

I hope it was Sam.

Of course it was Sam. Simon is smart enough to avoid the child at all times. Sam is… not so smart. 

I will come be your lesbian assistant coach if you want.

Can you imagine the two of us “coaching” together?? I think we’d be morally obligated to turn that into a reality TV show. 

We’re quite a pair.

Thanks to her: 

And her: 

And her:

And her:

And these two, of course:

I’m an asshole.
And her response is totally understandable.

I had a really bad day, anxiety-wise. 

The high point was when I stood in the freezer section of the grocery store, openly crying because there was no Ben & Jerry’s. I came home only to discover that Global has moved Parenthood from Monday to Friday nights, so I couldn’t even purge my emotions via TV (because I’m super awesome at avoiding real feelings to deal with emotions in a healthy way). 

I text-sobbed a little to thefootlightclub before putting the Dictator to bed, and when I came back downstairs half an hour later, these were waiting for me on the counter, and thefootlightclub was nowhere to be found. 

I love you, woman. I love you for the ice cream and for Parenthood, of course, but mostly for leaving because you knew that’s what I needed the most.

You know you’ve got a good friend when she aides your poor decision-making by encouraging you to order Chinese, drops everything to come over to help you eat it, brings dessert (which you eat first) and then sits next to you dinking around on her laptop while you do the same on yours, not speaking at all. 

Hermits for life, friend. Hermits for life. 

Glen Hansard’s High Hope, featured on tonight’s Parenthood.

As usual, I blame thefootlightclub: 

Me: Why did you come along and make me actually listen to the music on TV? I download 3-4 songs a week because of you. I’m going to start sending you my iTunes bill. I LIVED A LIFE IGNORANT OF TV SOUNDTRACKS BEFORE YOU!

Her: You’re welcome. *hat tip and bow*

thefootlightclub:

This is what happens when inkdot,itonlylookslikeimincharge and I watch Parenthood and have to communicate via text. (shenanigansandbookshelves would be involved but she wasn’t watching it “live”.)

itonlylooks: FUCK ALL OF YOU AND YOUR FACES AND THE LACK OF KLEENEX IN THIS GODDAMN HOUSE.

me: We’ve been hiding our faces in our hoodies a lot.

itonlylooks: MAE WHITMAN PUT YOUR FUCKING FACE AWAY!!!

me:Can’t talk. Weeping.

me:MOST TRAUMATIC SCENE EVER.

itonlylooks: No. Nononononono. No.

me: Prepare yourself!

itonlylooks: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

inkdot: Shaking and crying!!

itonlylooks: I don’t think I can articulate my feelings in a single sentence. Or in words.

me: I’m going to go drown myself in Braverman feelings and a hot bath.

You know it’s bad when thefootlightclub is the one who appears to be the most emotionally stable in this exchange.

thefootlightclub:

I’m off to itonlylookslikeimincharge’s place tonight for Thanksgiving dinner and I’ve been told that her 4 year old has decided it’s a formal affair so now I have to shave my damn legs!

However, given that the last time I saw the aforementioned 4 year old, she was sob/screaming “I’m pooooooooing!!!!!” whilst on the toilet, I doubt she’ll give a shit if my legs are a bit prickly.

I asked her. She’s asked that you wear your “mostest beautiful dress!”. No mention of your legs. 

inkdot:

#I only reblog stuff from this show because I know inkdot and itonlylookslikeimincharge will make the same crumply face I do upon seeing it

Every. Damn. Time.

thefootlightclub:

This is a startlingly accurate representation of itonlylookslikeimincharge and I.

…unless she disagrees in which case I’ll look like a bit of a fuckwit.

No, this is pretty damn accurate. 

thefootlightclub:

inkdot and I are baby-sitting itonlylookslikeimincharge’s daughter. We’re playing with my replica of Cinderella’s castle and watching Princess and the Frog.

They also played with thefootlightclub’s Cabbage Patch Kid and Princess Tiana doll, and taught Dictator the importance of sticking the landing when jumping from the couch onto a giant bean bag. 

Next time, I want to send the kid somewhere else so inkdot and thefootlightclub can babysit me.