so I’d totally missed till now that we see Mulder’s apartment for like five seconds in “Deep Throat”, and that his kitchen is totally unrecogniseable, not just because it looks completely different from the kitchen we see in “Chinga” (do we see the kitchen any other time?), but also because he is like, actually cooking in it? baby. there’s something that might be a can which suggests that it’s soup, but I’m really hoping it’s not soup, because half a second later Scully calls him and then he figures out the phone’s being tapped and just kind of stands there contemplating it, and probably shortly wanders off to do something Very Important and forgets all about the thing on the stove until it is ON FIRE. and I say I’m hoping it’s not soup for that reason, but then I have personally set a pot of boiling water on fire because I wandered off to do More Important Things and forgot it existed until HUGE LEAPING FLAMES REMINDED ME, so really, nothing is safe. (no, I don’t know how the water caught on fire. spite, probably.)
mostly I’m just really proud this loser appears to have actually remembered to buy groceries, though. please do not set your stove on fire while the surveillance van is watching, babe.
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it just. keeps getting worse. oh dear shed better be ready for the medical bills
I’ve been keeping a list of expenses to bill the both of them and I’m definitely owed replacements for a desk chair, a pair of jeans, and a starfish by now, so.
im so disgusted by these idiots i feel victimized stop gill a 2k14
I ALMOST FELL DOWN IN THE STREET AND GOT RUN OVER BY A TAXI IN THE MIDDLE OF UNION SQUARE TODAY
ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS, GILLIAN
I’m still really tired and really depressed but today I went to an open call that turned out to be… slightly different than the sort of thing I expected, so I ended up getting matched up to several different retailers and I have an interview with the Gap tomorrow and one with H&M on Friday morning? aaaaaaaaah. (I haven’t had non-food interviews in ages.)
also Gamble and I got dinner and tried on dresses and the fortune telling machine on St Marks would only speak to me in eldritch dial-up static, and then we mimed furiously and rudely at each other from either side of the Union Square subway station. also she hit me in the face with a comic, like, twice. I love her. even if I mimed cutting her throat in front of like fifty commuters.
Hey there, sometimes shit just happens and it's not because you did anything. And I know this is a ginormous cliché but I you're a lovely person and you deserve all the happiness in the world.
while this may theoretically be true, so much overwhelming, agonising, exhausting, and occasionally toxic shit has happened in the last eight months that I don’t know how I’ve survived, that I have really survived, or how I’m going to keep surviving long enough to find out if there’s another side. and there’s been so much that’s gone so wrong and if I weren’t terrible at basically everything maybe the first things wouldn’t have gone wrong and I wouldn’t be in the position for the others to even be viable, and why, when I think I am working very hard, can I not catch a break?
my street looks a little less grey today #nyc
Easter sunrise picnic. by the water, with doughnuts and hymns, just the way my family always does.