i just realized that the voice in my head when i read things isn’t my own voice omg whose is it
sorry but i think we should break up, it’s not you it’s-a-me mario
My dad treats Easter like its the fucking Olympics. He gets this sick enjoyment from watching us trying to find our baskets that literally could be ANYWHERE. Last year mine was suspended in air inside our fireplace. 2 years ago my brother had to scale the side of a tree to get his basket down. THIS ISN’T THE GODDAMN TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT DAD JUST GIVE ME MY FUCKING PEEPS.
i like online shopping and putting everything i want in a cart then checking my subtotal and laughing and closing the tab