Some people be like: “Woah! I have feelings for another human being! Holy shit! This is self - defining and I am utterly dependent on a degradable connection!”
Meanwhile, I’m chillin eating snacks and counting down until the first when I can have a space all my own and can selectively let others inside.
All I’m saying is some people love selfishly. I love snacks in a selfish manner. I’ll share, but don’t get it twisted, sistah.
"It’s like getting into a bath. But the water is, like, warm chocolate pudding. And the Smiths are playing "There’s a Light That Never Goes Out". There’s warm lighting all over, and then, like, five dudes massaging you."
"And you have a pizza."
"She’s right. And you also have a pizza."
The dog is now in a foster home.
Here’s to hoping I can get through the night sleeping alone *raises my 3 liter jug of water*
*singing, correction, belting out to music for 20 minutes* *dancing* *cleaning*
*exit living room towards the front door*
“Who the hell is at the door?”
*opens door* *finds an envelope on the screen frame*
I remember when receiving unexpected mail was a blissful experience.