Call me a terrible person or whatever, because it can’t be much worse than what I’m calling myself. Read the postCats, snow, and Sister Mary John Woo
We might get pizza for dinner and I can’t fucking wait, but there’s going to be painting and that’s good too. Also, no matter how I try to avoid it, I’ll probably superglue a tuft of grass to myself at some point. Read the postmint chocolate Dorito bullshit