I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
Two of my soft blankets, Cade/Prowl and Bee went into the dryer. I spent so fucking many hours on them. So fucking...
They don't even make the yarn for the Bee blanket anymore and it's hard to find Bee colored yarn. FUCK ME! Just... fuck me.
I sleep with the Prowliecade one next to my skin, too, and no matter how many times I explain it, drying it makes it rougher. One person in particular in the household does not understand this. He's done it to my Iron Man throw before. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Fuck, and rage.
I can't even... I just can't deal with this shit now. I'm off to Micheals to buy more yarn and needles since I don't have free circular ones. Not that I have anything to sleep next to tonight, so I'll probably freeze my fucking ass off. If I get to sleep. If I don't just fucking cry all night.