*points to bedroom* This is where we frick frack.
*points to kitchen* This is where we snick snack.
*points to living room* This is where we kick back.
*points to bathroom* This is where we shit shat.
“shit it’s 2 a.m.” i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i am surprised
‘why didn’t i just do my homework’ a musical by me
featuring hits such as ‘I’ve had 3 weeks to complete this fucking essay’ and ‘I’ll do it in the morning’
Now I remember why I hate being home, having everyone think your worthless and lazy. Yet when you want to help nope, they don’t think you can and won’t even let you try. But hey sucks for them. I know what I can do and if they don’t want my help I can just watch them struggle.
nothing says temptation like a freshly loaded debit card and online shopping
Volunteering at a soup kitchen is one of the least productive things you can do to change the world. Art can inspire people and motivate them. Food is important, yes, but you aren’t changing that person’s life.
whoever wrote this post has definitely never been hungry
I remember one christmas we were short on money so my brother just drew us some pictures of mashed potato it was poppin!!! We ate the pencils too!!!