Yeah, it’s That Time again. Sorry, Geoffrey.
Mondays are much like this moment: perpetually Awkward.
Mondays have a nasty habit of coming back to haunt you, sort of like pushy artistic directors who’ve been run over by a pig truck.
The Great Scottish Tragedy, Monday, they all start with the same letter and they have the same effect on one’s soul (especially if you’re an artistic director).
It’s still Monday, but I’m a bit late, so have a double dose of our favourite genius director~
it’s my birthday and I can post half naked Paul Gross if I want to
I think it should in fact be a requirement.
@DaStrayCat told me she’s been having a lousy week, so here’s some Geoffrey-pulling-doofy-faces post for all of you out there having a similarly lousy time. And even if you’re not, well… here you go. Because you’re worth it.
That adorable nonplussed look Paul uses
It’s still Monday, so here’s a traumatised Geoffrey about to have a nervous breakdown during Hamlet. Maybe Monday had something to do with it.
Geoffrey’s waiting impatiently for Monday to leave.