Came back from work and bough myself two lil vanilla milks a shitty croissant and melted chocolate. Just 3 hours ago I was debating drowning myself in fries oil but now life is good again.
Also I need Philippe to hold me alnd massage my sore tights because standing 5 hours and making fries made me sore af.
Maybe I will write lil headcanons scenarios tommorow depending on how exhausted I will be after my shift













