i’m annoyed bc my sexy new bbp pants are like a million times shorter than every other pair of the same pants i have so i’m freezing now that i’m sitting cause i’m wearing FUCKING floods
this is the only kind of labor my brain understands, i don’t want to work doing something to get money to buy food i want my work to be growing the food and my money is i get to eat today
who the fuck owns a scale like who actually went out and bought a scale for ur house when u got old bc every time my doctor asks me if i’m gaining weight back i’m like idk why would i own a scale