OBSESSED With The Concept Of Blankets; Soft & Fuzzy Rectangle That Keeps Me Warm

If you don’t say thank you when the waiter/waitress refills your drink I will fuckin say it for you

Changing all my passwords to blorbo because they must contain a special character

Being a mom and an anarchist and trying to figure out the whole "parenting" song and dance from that perspective makes me think 8-year-olds have about got it figured out. I hate school. I hate tests. I hate bedtime.

Honest board game titles

Ok but have y'all considered

i cant take it anymore (i can but i love to whine)