I Got Some Things To Do

hello beautiful

You should be starting a recipe book. I don't give a shit if you're only 20-years-old. The modern web is rotting away bit by bit before our very eyes. You have no idea when that indie mom blog is going down or when Pinterest will remove that recipe. Copy it down in a notebook, physically or digitally. Save it somewhere only you can remove it. Trust me, looking for a recipe only to find out it's been wiped off the internet is so fucking sad. I've learned my lesson one too many times.

I need a tight hug that keeps me warm and safe

the gag where Columbo pulls up to high-class celebrities’ multi million dollar mansions in his ancient beat-up falling-apart wreck of a car never ceases to be hilarious to me. he arrives with the intent of annoying the murderer into a confession as his car actively falls apart on their perfectly manicured lawn. half of the time he brings along his slobbering dog. sometimes they find him dangling from a tree or elbows deep in their garden. truly chaos goblin energy to the max

where's that post of someone getting a letter from their bank like "dear keith we realise you're just taking the piss but every time you venmo your mate for 'al-qaeda training camp' we do have to, by law, fill out a lot of boring paperwork for the police so we'd really appreciate it if you'd stop doing that"

me, sobbing in the michael's fabric section: I miss joann's so fucking much