No one really needs to know the inanity that is Hayley and my stupid text message exchanges, but since this post is mostly an excuse to make a bunch of screenshots of Benedict Cumberbatch, here is a conversation from last week:
H: I’m watching a documentary on Carine Roitfeld and there are SEVERAL scenes of Uncle Karl being adorable with children, it is complete madness.
J: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Also I love Roitfeld, tell me please that she is amazing
H: She is basically the SUNNIEST person ever. So bubbly and lovely to everyone, not at all the sort of person you expect to do well in the fashion world.
J: Eeeeeeeeeee [apparently I like to squeal a lot in txt form]
J: Also, I finally watched Sherlock when I wasn’t annoyed about being stuck on a plane and got way into it… I can’t help it, I’m now irresistibly attracted to Cumberbatch. Like, even as a plantation owner I’m into it. It’s so wrong.
H: I’m pretty sure the entire internet agrees with that sentiment!
J: It is ridiculous.
J: I thought I was immune.
H: No one is immune to Cucumber Bandersnatch. NO ONE.
The next day
J: Am on the train, wasting time looking at pics of Cumberbatch. When will this end
H: It will never end. Your life is only Brandysnap Cucumberpatch forever now.
H: Want to watch Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy with me on a loop? I like ginger Benny Crumbles best
J: I sooooo
J: Want to do this
J: This is rabbit hole business I can feel it
H: EXCELLENT [In my head Hayley totally Mr Burns evil finger tapped that.]
J: Now, I want to do it now!! Dang golf.
H: DO NOT FEAR THE RABBIT HOLE. CUMBERS IS CALLING YOU