scoots

my kitchen is starting to smell funky.

i just packed my first moving box in 6 years.

i cant escape the drama-rama, just leave me alone you sicko.

i crush on someone ive never met

my mouth gets dry alot lately

finding an apartment or condo from 3,000 miles away is like playing pick-up sticks with your but cheeks.

im afraid to put the "for rent" sign in front of my house.

by the time im done with the house renovations around here, i should be fluent in spanish.

i crave a large americano, no sugar, no cream, just give it to me straight bitch.

i say good day to you sir!