Damn it, Loki!
*Reads about a recent plagiarism, goes to copy lines out of story and paste into google to check, gets sucked into own fanfic*
I … hate … everything
I worry me sometimes.
Shut up brain, you’ll get us locked up. You can’t go around writing things like that.
If you and your significant other(s) aren’t the biggest gossips amongst each other, I’m gonna say you have an issue with communication.
If you’ve crossed our paths, I guarantee that the husband and I are talking about you.
Supermarket *whisper, whisper*
IHOP *whisper, whisper*
Laundromat *whisper, whisper*
Drive-thru *whisper, whisper*
Hospital *whisper, whisper*
Car wash *whisper, whisper*
Except, all the whispering is me. The husband doesn’t have an indoor voice.