Having to clean children’s teeth at work has been the best birth control I could ever ask for. Just cleaned the antichrists teeth and about to call my gyn and ask if I can have a 2nd IUD placed
The worst part of living alone is that I have to be the big killer. If I do not kill the bug the bug will live with me, simply not okay and I live everyday in fear
I have bought from multiple coworkers food fundraisers that they’re selling for their kids school out of a feeling of obligation.
I never thought it would come full circle and I am paying penance for my past fundraiser laziness.
But now I have 9 frozen pan pizzas
Me after I fuck up a plate of Alfredo from my local Olive Garden
(Yes I’m bringing the paint lip grandpa meme back. It’s the last time I felt something)