You can’t convince me this raccoon isn’t elegantly playing the deepest sonata you’ll ever hear on a avant garde harp
Hollisters electricity bill must be like $1 a month
and, if you can’t get toasted pearl Couscous handpicked and blessed by a Moroccan shaman on the first tuesday of the winter harvest for your Sautéed Escarole then store bought is fine
So I feel myself sort of falling back into my old incredibly introverted ways and I don’t know what to do about it.
Someone noticed and said if I was depressed I should talk to someone but I just like, don’t know. I really don’t know what the problem is. I don’t feel like there is one that would make me feel this bad again but like.