Fucking hate getting messages or having people tell me that I’m really good (at a game) for a girl. Nah bitch, I’m running solo, and I wrecked your five-men with fucking one other person on my team (who practically fed you kills) that stayed for the whole game while the others were new people jumping in and out. Damn fucking right I’m top of the lobby ‘cause I have no fucking life or friends to have to do anything better with my life other than play shitty video games all day long that I only play ‘cause I’m really good at it. Fuck you, you will give me props where it is due.
I feel so bad for Benedict Cumberbatch. Just because someone’s famous doesn’t mean the paparazzi can stalk and harass them, especially when they’re on holiday. Lot’s of people skinny dip when they go on holiday, and it’s shameful the the paparazzi had the nerve to actually release the photos.
Just watched all eight seasons of Scrubs for like the millionth time. The last episode is just fucking incredible with all the extra credits and stuff. It makes me feel the need to venture off into the “thou-shall-not-be-named” sad excuse for a ninth season in hope that maybe, just maybe, this time it will be okay, and I don’t have to be so sad that it’s over again.