eating a baguette and listening to Ed Sheeran and Tom Felton in my dorm room alone, so can life really be that bad?
This is what happens when we go to the park. We make Twilight-esque pictures, eat blackberries, crawl through shrubbery, and press flowers.
I threw blackberries in the air. It was fun.
I went to the park yesterday with Alex, and we saw blackberry bushes. I told him I’ve never had blackberries, so naturally he was furious and made me eat some. Oh god are blackberries delicious. We picked a bunch of extra ones to take a picture like the Twilight cover, and for these we didn’t care if they were ready or not so we picked all the ones that were dark enough, and we weren’t going to eat them because they would have been sour as all hell, so I told him I wanted to throw them up in the air, and he said - of course - I WANNA TAKE A PICTURE! And this is the result of that.
Pizza Alex and I made.
Funny story too: Alex was home alone for the weekend, so he invited me over to watch movies and make pizza (normal stuff for us when we hang out). So we make the pizza, and Alex insists we eat at the dining room table, so I agree to it, you know no big deal, but his sister comes home in the middle of us eating. Alex panics and picks up his plate to take it to the kitchen to make it look like he was eating in there. I go to follow him but he MAKES ME HIDE in the dining room. Can you believe this bitch? After I made half that pizza HE MAKES ME HIDE. I asked him why and he said, “REILLY. It looked like a date that was missing candles and roses.”
Baby me (5 years old) with baby Goblin (0 years old).
And in that last picture there’s my sister (7-8 years old) with Skippy (4 years old AP [after penis]).
Crappy webcam photos at night in my living room at home in a cat shirt with my baby while watching Doctor Who.
Was that a run-on? Regardless, good night is good.