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“They” also say “There's no need to panic – said the parrot in in the cat's mouth. – Before he swallows you, they'll put you down two times.” Not sure if I should be happy about it, or completely freak out that I'm compared to an animal about to getting killed in the most brutal way.
Just the usual panic before July 28th.
Showing posts with label freak out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freak out. Show all posts
12/05/2013
10/07/2012
07/15/2012
So do you remember this whole freaking out because too many of my Facebook friends got married and I can't find them anymore because they all got new names and abnormally white profile pictures and the next thing you'll see is them with some babies? Well, it never ends!
27/06/2012
06/25/2012
Drawing #1
Drawing #2
If you're experiencing that you can't find any of your female friends on Facebook any more, and also at the same time these weird, hell-knows-who-they-are names appeared in your friend list... If that is happening to you as well, then you are also in your 20s and/or have an awful lot of christian friends (no offense, but you know...) Now panic and freak out!
Drawing #2
If you're experiencing that you can't find any of your female friends on Facebook any more, and also at the same time these weird, hell-knows-who-they-are names appeared in your friend list... If that is happening to you as well, then you are also in your 20s and/or have an awful lot of christian friends (no offense, but you know...) Now panic and freak out!
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15/04/2012
04/17/2012
Did you know that there's a little corner of the internet where your wildest dreams can – at least virtually – come true? It's OK, you don't have to be shy, you can be honest with me, you're not alone with this. Everyone is dreaming about getting “the letter” one day from Hogwarts. And of course, I tried it as well. I mean, the page. And of course I was more than eager to know in which house will the Sorting Hat place me.
IT. WAS. SLYTHERIN.
You know, I might be a confirmed test-skeptical, and I might have laughed on the fact that according to the Myers–Briggs test I am an INTP (well at least I was, on the day I filled it in for Eszti's violent goading), but I. Would. Never. I said NEVER! question the decision of the Sorting Hat. That would be such a foolishness, and INTPs are not known for being fools!
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