the best thing about having a party this weekend?
all the leftover food. sure, we put out a fair chunk of change to make burgers, but my friend made delicious oily, herby focaccia and i just stuffed some in my face. even though it’s a little stale now it’s soooo effing good.
also there is house cake, red velvet bites and some dirt left.
I am soooooooo sick to my stomach. I mean at least it’s the middle of the goddamn night and all our friends are asleep but Jesus Christ.
Remember that horoscope stress reaction thing? If this wasn’t me on my goddamn phone at 5am I would use the “accurate” gif. Ugh.
Also somewhere nearbyish there is a rooster. Not in our immediate development, but close enough that I can hear his feathered ass mocking me.
I’m a Virgo with a rising sign of Virgo. That means 90% of the time, I’m pooping in my bubble?