I have a reservation for a late-night outdoor hottub.
I work three jobs to make ends meet in Sillicon Valley, and so I can do this occasionally. It’s nice to be able to say to myself, this is why I babysit, I’ve earned it. I’m allowed.
I’m going to get Indian takeout and write fanfic and soak in that hottub and and it’s gonna be awesome.
Masturdates are awesome because there is no where do you want to go? I don’t know where do you want to go?











