i'm not sure if it's normal to cry tears of joy when shitler leaves for a weekend or a night but i do.
because then i don't have to endure his constant ridicule when i lay on the couch and watch eight hours of bravo television that i've already seen like six times already. or when he rips on me for only leaving the couch to go to the bathroom. or when he tells me stop being obnoxious with all my picture taking. or when he just gives me the side eye when i buy myself flowers because I'M SPECIAL AND I DESERVE IT. or when i blast JT's new tracks and dance with the hounds. or i'm spared his judgement when i'm outside screaming "GODDAMN FROST?! are you kidding me with this shit april?!"
please see the evidence below.
|this is mah jam dawgs!|
|best $7.04 i've ever spent. ever.|
we have just a couple of more things to cover.
first - i found these videos from the weekend of all the northwoods nonsense.
you're welcome. like seriously.
lastly. i leave the door open like this on the reg.
and i have an insane irrational fear that a raccoon will waddle it's way in and take me hostage.
i'm not even kidding. so i should probably just shut the door.