If you ask my purple walls they’d tell you
I’m relatively lazy.
I live in a grown up world, with childish dreams.
My stuffed Quatchi sits on my work desk and follows me.
They’d tell you that I hated to write once,
Yet it frees me better than paintbrushes and pencil crayons can.
presidential debate topic idea: what would u do if ur son was at home crying all alone on the bedroom floor cause he hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money
and his daddy’s gone…somewhere smokin’ rock now in and out of lockdown you ain’t got a job now.
so for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what i call LIFE! mmm
not too shabby eh ;)
you think there would be a season 2? I’m sure there’s gonna be a demand for it. this was pretty good. what did you think?
So this is the first time I’ve had to make my own lunch since my entire family decided to merry ditch me for the Philippines while I’m trying to get my career on foot.
I went grocery shopping for the first time, and since my dad was so gracious to keep the keys to the family car, I was limited to what I can carry.
I brought salad for lunch with oregano and feta dressing, and celery and dip for munchies. (There’s just something about the nature of an office job, where munchies gets one through the day. No matter how much you like what you’re doing).
As an avid carnivore and carbo-whore while my parents were around, I brought nothing but fibre on an 8+ hr Monday. The longest last hours I could ever have so far decided to happen.
…My stomach totally loved me…
Oh well at least all the fat in there felt appreciated.