Chandler: [offering to play ping-pong for Monica when she can’t] “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to me. Because I love you.”
Monica: “But … you suck!”
Chandler: “…you’re welcome, sweetheart.”
I think I’ve said before that one day, I want a relationship like Lily/Marshall from How I Met Your Mother. Fuckit, no, I want Monica/Chandler.
The big defining relationships from my childhood (well, teenage) sitcoms are Ross/Rachel and JD/Elliot, from Friends and Scrubs respectively. So maybe it’s fitting that the ones I remember and like most are Monica/Chandler and Rachel/Joey.
Both from Friends.
Goddamn, Grant’s right, this show is so much better.
I … I think my parents have actually used these exact words in the past. :(
Thank fuck I don’t live at home anymore.
ONE REASON WHY BEING A GROWNUP IS AWESOME.
When’s the last time I did one of these things? Probably a few months ago on LJ. idk idk, there’s only so much Friends I can watch in a row to stave off boredom.
Same room, no. But OK Cupid has not once but TWICE matched me with a dude in Writers’. We joked about it both times and then talked about Percy Jackson books. … Because … my friends are cool…
Well, that was an interesting episode of my sitcom life last night. Sorry for making ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE, Kat. Triple JD/Coke: Garrie’s superweapon.
…as much as I love my good pal Jack, I think I’ll be switching spirits for a while. You can in fact have too much of a good thing. SOCO: YOU’RE UP.
Sentiment expressed at the start of my last post should now be punctuated with the exclamation point of POLO FOR £1 JACK DANIEL’S. See, every day has the potential to improve, ne?
Hopefully this’ll go better than my last trip to Polo. Gonna go cut my hair so it doesn’t look quite so stupid this time. That’ll help the self-confidence, at least.
Someone texted me on Sunday saying we’d all meet up for drinks and food today. I said, “Sure! Just let me know where/when.” They did not let me know. Well all right you can just all FUCK OFF then. My flat, party of one, Friends and Strongbow to the rescue.
lol tumblrfag 2010 recap meme:
except probably not, haha. but they didn’t object to me drinking more, so it’s all good.
YOU CARE, TUMBLR. YOU CARE ABOUT MY DRUNK POSTS.
Also I’m watching Friends.
Tumblr, did I ever tell you about that time I was backpacking through Western Europe?
but can i go downstairs and retrieve said vodka without my mother and sister recognising my mildly drunken state?
(do we even have any coke left? eh, i’ll tolerate lemonade if not.)