carsonphillips:

I basically want Chris to have everything good the world can possibly give him.

And Kurt. And Rachel. And Lea.

Oh, and a customer “Sir”-ed me at work a few days ago.

And my haircut is so gloriously boyish.

Been feelin’ really confident lately.

And I now say “balls” in place of all curse words I would normally use.

• Go the wrong way? “Balls.”
• Drop something? “Balls.”
• Can’t find something I need? “Balls.”
• Get backhanded by Fraulein? “Balls.”
• Phone dies? “Balls.”
• Hungry but lazy? “Balls.”

Balls to all the walls, basically.

So earlier my brother (the only one I’ve got - the really really racist and really really homophobic one) gave me a ride to work, and he’s the manager of the Sonic in-town. On the way, we passed his work and he called there to ask why someone who wasn’t supposed to be working today was in, and the girl he was talking to must have seen us drive by because I heard her ask, “Who’s that guy you’re with?”

And my brother, in a “you God damn moron”-esque tone, “Um…my sister.”

Luckily he didn’t act annoyed with me after he hung up with her though.

Oh, and this other time, Fraulein’s step-dad was giving me a ride, and her dad passed us. Later on he asked Fraulein’s brother if “that guy in the car with [Fraulein’s step-dad] was [Fraulein’s] boyfriend.”

Awkward times that are unfortunately very awkward, because I would MUCH prefer being able to take pride in instances where I pass pre-everything.

Jesus Christ, do I need to start T soon.