There’s a tube of cookie dough in my fridge.
Ohp! Looks like I found dinner.
My husband and I will not have a customary “first dance”. We will have a “first mosh” to fucking You Only Live Once. This is happening. And I refuse to marry anyone who will not participate. If you don’t mosh you can’t come to my wedding. End of story.
I need this fucking shirt. It will eventually match my tattoo.
Sigh* kill me now.
There are so many fucking people in my house. I am going to die.
I’m just gonna stop getting excited for things. I always let myself down.
