(Source: bygonjin)

Sometimes I come across a problem that can’t be solved with a laser.

These are problems I don’t want to solve.

clientsfromhell:

Client: I have to fire you. We love your work, but my boyfriend is worried about me working with an artsy guy. 

Me: I can assure you, I’m very professional.

Client: I’m sure you are! But I’m not. 

It’s pretty hard to argue with that.

livia-carica:

I want these. I don’t even need reasons. 

My God I hope I never get drunk in this neighbourhood.

livia-carica:

I want these. I don’t even need reasons. 

My God I hope I never get drunk in this neighbourhood.

(Source: dolorama)

Inability to ever find a name.

Whenever I’m writing anything, I can never give anyone a bloody name.

Seriously, I mean it’s not so bad with some stuff, I can just about get round it in a play or screenplay. But with a story, it’s a massive issue.

Literally, got something like 10,000 words done in the past 3 days, and they all refer to [NAME-P], [NAME-A], [NAME-SPC1], and [NAME-1] through [NAME-8].

It’s becoming a problem.

My God, I hope I never have children.

They’d be doomed I tell you!

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!


(Source: cheddarcheesehog)