| 12:28a |
Baked like a fucking cake.
Baked peanut butter plus butter equals cookies and grapes tripping down my fingers into my crest covered mouth. You know, I am on an inhaler now.And it is almost fucking 8 o' clock and he isn't here yet. He insists on going home to do all of the work due the next and never finishes it. I get offended by this. |