its ya girl

*sends out email I've been putting off* ah finally :). ah that's a weight off my shoulders :). ah I can relax an-- *receives response to email* what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuckkkk

you wait all week in eager anticipation to spend one hour staring at your screen with your mouth open in abject horror and then it ends and you get to wait again. now thats television.

Devon walking in like "I have a slightly dumber idea" meanwhile Mark's just finished having spur-of-the-moment experimental brain surgery in his basement don't worry girl you're still by far the most sane reasonable person on this show.

when your SUICIDAL IDEATION cuz of your DEAD GAY LOVER manifests as MURDEROUS INTENT to kill YOUR BOSS' DAUGHTER and then they TAKE YOU OUT INTO THE WOODS and PUT YOU DOWN LIKE OLD YELLER . irving b truly continues holding the crown of Yaoi Jesus Who Has Suffered More Than Anyone On Earth and I don't know how ill cope without him

bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes