Shut up. I like food.
My mum called today, which was horrific. Yeah... she managed to make me cry from four hours away. She totally deserves a medal. I don't know how she manages to make everything seem so impossible. It's like I'm already a failure because I don't have a job yet, and she thinks Faith and I are insane because we haven't tried to find two more roommates. 0_o I don't know where she thinks we have room to put them... the closet, perhaps? I suppose the cupboard under the stairs is always an option...
Holy Post-aholic Day, Batman! My bad. Sorry ya'll. At least it's quality writing. Consider it a warm-up for the Pope vs. God fiasco that's on the way. Anyway, the ice cream has been secured, and the prospect of liquor is on the horizon.