I was right!

Saying those awful things out loud (ish) made me feel a little better. Or it may have been the cup of tea. Probably a mixture of both.

Anyway, I couldn't leave you such a stormy post to kick the weekend off either. And this kind of made me smile:

Boyfriend is sporting a tache again (someone stop him), though I somehow doubt I'll be wearing it to ballet anytime soon.

From the same tumblr came this:

Isn't that funny. I was always worried about my split personality, but it turns out I'm not alone.

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