Wednesday, May 6th, 2020.
Tuesday, May 6th, 2014.
Wednesday, May 6th, 2020.
Tuesday, May 6th, 2014.
If my tolerance for onions were my tolerance for Morrissey, our national anthem would be “Hang the DJ.”
This is not even a fraction of the grief I gave my parents as a kid, so I guess I deserve this.
In my defense, feelings are delicious.
Pattypan Squash.
Because I’m lazy and anxiety, of course.
Or … I guess I could make a comic about it.
It’s hard to make food when there is none.
Eat the eggs, smashmouth.
Dumb habits are hard to break.