The forests, Maryland
Harmonica (In process)
Rum, and coke, and derpin
I cannot guarantee I will follow you back, but I can promise that if I like your blog it's a completely different story.
I mean I’m so grateful my dad let us move in when we had nowhere to go. And its not bad here at all. All we have to pay for is whatever we can to throw in on bills.
But all I can think about is getting hella stoned in our living room and making a delicious feast when he gets home from work. Granted I’ll be working too, but the jobs I’m probably looking at getting the latest I’ll get off is around 8:30, he closes at 9.
Idk, I’ve always wanted to be a housewife. I know that goes against my feminism side of me, but that’s what I want. I mean shit. Stay at home all day, clean up some and cook. I’ll clean up after my pig boyfriend if that means I get to chill all day and cook. Like I mean really cook. Like big dumb meals that take hours to make.
Idk, but fer real all I can ever think about is rocking that kitchen. I’m so excited. Soon I’m gonna start a recipe book. Ugh so hype