It amazes me when people act like 30 minutes is a far drive. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a cornfield or because I’m a fat ass, but I’ll drive like 45 minutes or more for some good food
oh my fucking god you actually have to get home and make dinner with ingredients you buy for dinner and you have to cook it and the next day you have to make dinner again and again and do another food shop and more dinner and it’s every fucking day like this
My dad is 65, pursuing a modeling career, and I’ve never seen him happier. He told me he’s just waiting for a chance to blow up. So, Twitter, meet my dad.
You don’t know awkward until you’re sitting in freshman seminar & your teachers are talking to eachother about how they have sex as a stress reliever& then they tell the class that they should try it before midterms