An like I guess this is pretty, but I had to **CLEAN. THE. FRIDGE.**
Why do I even bother havin a man in the house.
(Shin green, but I replace the noodles with Hakka style ones. Ramen egg that's been sittin in its brine for like 4 days, rice cakes, a shit load of onions/shallots/garlic, an arugula cause why the fuck not.)
(Now with a fuckin photo!)
Sharkcoochie an bargain wine. Neither of these taste like regrets or gridlock. I'm so sad.
(Schitt's Creek. I've never seen it before an it's incredible.)
While I was asleep he decided to offer tribute an got me my second giant truffle. I knew my pouting an refusal to stop singin Hazbin Hotel songs at the top of my lungs would instill reverence in him.
(Got home safe girlies! After 12 days traipsin around the desert an the south I am so happy to see my bed.)
He told me I couldn't have two ½# chocolate truffles from Buccees. Ft. The decimation of my boiled peanuts an my "energy" drink.