my garlic bread is KILLING IT at this party. blowin’ people’s minds with homemade goodness is kind of what I live for.
um okay so our house just lost power, I guess that means no more feelings blogging for me tonight
(roomie says there’s a power truck right outside, so, hopefully we’ll be good by the morning.)
forgot it was ash wednesday until I rang out a couple with ashes on their foreheads, buying fish. now I am feeling kind of resentful that I am working all day today and early tomorrow— I kind of want to go to mass, but I won’t have time. nobody’s fault but mine, but I wish I had just two extra hours free. ah well.
the 80’s station is playing at my cashier job, THANK GOD
shaping two rolls at once is haaaaaard, you guys
oh boy tumblr, when I’m not posting from my phone I gotta tell you about a new horrible man-coworker
drunktexts people late at night when they’re not likely to respond
It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
Maybe it’s Maybelline
(via spacew0man)