Yknow, while being tipsy on the verge of drunk, mealprepping was not a fucking activity i thought id find myself doing but who knew responsibility could find itself present once the overbearing thoughts of death and chaos gets cockblocked by a handful of ciders on a sunday night
it does win over a fuckton of shit i could have been doing though, like that time i was by a big lake while screaming and throwing this thick rope as far out as i could to prove that i was indeed strong and nearly fell in myself
now i got dinner for a few days and its not even nuggets
a big damn win
Im about to treat the hand that i burnt while doing it and pass out now though









