Cleaning feels so good like it’s a natural high for me
The real reason I’m going to Minnesota for college is because there’s a cookie store that will deliver to my dorm until 3:00 a.m.
Just made broke-ass, desperate-ass sushi.
Don’t get me started on how much I love all the OST’s from all the Studio Ghibli films.
I’m getting free tickets to the first football game of the season
Tonight, over some (bomb-ass, as always) pasta that I made, my sister proudly exclaimed that I “don’t do shit” around the house/in general all day to my mother. As if. I don’t know if she’s mentally incapacitated or just wildly oblivious to the fact that: