Not A Hideaway

Whenever I see someone running with their dog, I really want to cheer the person on like, "come on, you're really gonna let them (the dog) beat you? You can catch up! Power through!"

The only time I pour milk before cereal is when I use thick milk.

When I'm making bacon and taking it out of the pan, it sometimes hisses and I say "quit fighting" as if they are kids upset about assigned seating.

Sometimes I forget if I made coffee autostart. And my dumbass doesn't just pour it in a mug and sip it. I grab the pot walk over to the sink and just pour it on my hand to see if it's hot.

Being the asexual friend and making lewd jokes and comments at random that make everyone completely drop what their doing is how I thrive honestly.