That awkward moment when you find out your facebook status was published to tumblr and has 2,000 notes mostly with people who want to punch you in the face… Yes, this was me.
Log into Facebook. See this on news feed. Cry.
I want to die. I want to DIE.
WHY
CAN’T
THAT
BE
ME
…I’m trying not to be mad and personally affronted that someone who didn’t even know who he was sat next to him and talked to him for hours…but I seem to be failing.
I’m glad they had fun, though. He seems so genuinely nice.
Hold on, I’ll say something sensible when I stopped crying….
HDHFHDJDMKJDJEHFJFJS
ARE YOU FECKIN’ KIDDING ME?!
Hahaha, if I sat next to Benedict Cumberbatch on an airplane, I would silently (and probably visually) flip my metaphorical shit. Then I would think of ALL the naughty things I’ve ever written about him. And then, maybe, by the grace of God, strike up a conversation. Wow, that person sure is lucky! :D
