oh sweet jebus, you brought back memories of my time in ohio when my ex and i lived across the street from a b-dubs. we were broke AF but on tuesdays when they’d have their half-price wings deal, we’d split a dozen or 18 wings occasionally and eat them in our crappy apartment with even crappier shows on tv. we decided…

my HS had them in virginia, and we called them ‘learning cottages.’ eyeroll.

incorrect.

yesssssssssssss to chocolate cake with raspberry. idgaf if it’s flourless or not, but any kind of chocolate cake with a raspberry jam/sauce/filling/anything is a delight and i will hear nothing to the contrary.

oof. years ago my ex and i used to be pretty friendly with the two regular bartender/servers at a small mexican place nearby, and one night i ordered something that was apparently pretty spicy. one of the girls looked shocked and said ‘but it’s really super hot, are you sure?’ or something along those lines. i just…

for freaking real. joke’s on her, though, they have children and a mortgage and i just have cats with minimal responsibility. at least, that’s what i tell myself.

this is so pure. i love it.

so far this is my favorite.

i was totally infatuated with this guy starting in junior high and carrying over into high school, and for his birthday my best friend at the time suggested i bake him some cookies. i decided that they meant nothing if i followed a recipe bc i would be copying someone else’s work (i don’t know), so i decided to make…

i love the thought of you making s’mores with your mom, it is so pure and lovely. and honestly, same. i stayed with my folks after i left the apartment i shared with my husband while we were divorcing, and it wasn’t pure sunshine and rainbows, but it was also a huge relief. i knew who i was coming home to, they had my…

i mean, there are an awful lot of bullshitty things happening in the world, this doesn’t quite seem worth the ire. 

that is my ideal weekend. seriously. doing nothing has always been my preferred way to spend a weekend, bc the week is for doing stuff. what’s the use of paying for the roof over my head and place to keep my books and movies and my internetty devices if i’m not going to relax and use them when i get time off? oy…

saaaaaaame. i am a big girl who was not gifted matching boobs, so the cross-body thing doesn’t bother me, and i have the tiniest damn shoulders that don’t allow me to wear any purse on them comfortably. i have to constantly keep my shoulder crooked and hunched up just to keep the thing in place, so, cross-body bags…

in the states they still have the caramel ones, though sadly i think my favorite chocolate creme ones are no more, bc i can’t find them anywhere. and apparently now they have ‘shimmer’ mini eggs. bc i want my insides to sparkle, obviously.

i mean...if one of my friends, family, or coworkers made this and it said literally anything else, i’d probably like it. the twee blue swirls are cute. but knowing what it represents and where it’s going, ew. 

for real though, i don’t care how fuzzy my teeth feel after i eat one of these bad boys, they are so damn delicious, and i also require the caramel and chocolate-filled ones in addition to the originals. include just one, my ass.

i am here for the palmer’s bunny love. i effing heart palmer’s, especially the christmas bells and the crunchy halloween ghosts, if we’re talking seasonal delights. that they are merely ‘chocolatey’ and not legit chocolate is part of the charm for me bc they take me back to childhood and i don’t care what it’s made…

this is so true. i’m not with my husband anymore, but, he had facial hair for the entire nine years we were together. he’s a twin, so i always used to joke that i got the cute one, until one day he was shaving and decided to pretty much do away with everything on his face. the realization that not only did he look…

aw, this was genuinely heartwarming. as a former virginian, i approve.