February 2012
my mom needs to wake up and tell me to stay home...
cause i have a teeny fever. and i have to get better for martha’s birthday drunk.
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i got some first world problems. i have food issues. i just went to eat some pizza. half way through reheating it. i stopped it. cried. ate a bite of it. and then threw it the garbage and threw some coffee grounds on top of it to ruin it. because i would have gone back upstairs and tried to eat it again.
in the least ditzy way possible, and honestly concerned for my happiness:
is this a thing?...
