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Apr. 30th, 2018 10:28 am*twitches* God, I loathe anxiety. I mean, there probably aren't a lot of people who adore it, but I should not be crawling out of my skin when killing time til I get to do something I fucking want to do.
Also, I want so badly to ask Cass who they're picking to be godmother to their little one (she let it slip who she's chosen as godfather) but I also don't want to hear it's someone else. But I want to know. I just don't want to know it's not me, and I'd rather not ask. You are supposed to be asked, not do the asking yourself.
Also, I want so badly to ask Cass who they're picking to be godmother to their little one (she let it slip who she's chosen as godfather) but I also don't want to hear it's someone else. But I want to know. I just don't want to know it's not me, and I'd rather not ask. You are supposed to be asked, not do the asking yourself.