This is for you, sugar baby pudding pop.
This is for you, sugar baby pudding pop.
I rarely ever write this personally. But okay.
When I was four, a kid in my neighbourhood took me into his room and pulled down my pants (twice) when I went over to play. I went home, told my mom, and she walked right over to that neighbour’s house, where she and that kid’s mom raised all kinds…
I am in awe of Anne Donahue.
Cashier eyes my big bottle of wine.
Cashier: Having a dinner party?
Me: No, I’m going to somehow drink this gigantic bottle of wine all by myself while watching Netflix in my pyjamas.
Cashier: …You didn’t have to be sarcastic.
Me: I’M NOT BEING SARCASTIC, THAT IS WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN.

Applause
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If everyday life were like House of Cards.