Sometimes I write.
“Brian” is my brain.
Chronically ill.
🇺🇸born
🇬🇧naturalised
🏴soul-tethered
Pic is of the user, a woman under poor lighting with fringe/bangs and glasses.
Homemade my-way minestrone and three-ingredient biscuits.
Homemade my-way minestrone and three-ingredient biscuits.
Me: Yes! Let’s make some!
Brian: Oops … You don’t expect me to function before coffee, do you??
Me: Yes! Let’s make some!
Brian: Oops … You don’t expect me to function before coffee, do you??
(This was not supposed to be on this playlist. The app changed my pretence from “Do not auto-add songs” and viola! *shakes fist*)
(This was not supposed to be on this playlist. The app changed my pretence from “Do not auto-add songs” and viola! *shakes fist*)
I enjoy a good bandwagon
I enjoy a good bandwagon
We’re finally shifting back to the time of year when Brian is historically more cooperative and I am infinitely happier overall. Wahoo!
We’re finally shifting back to the time of year when Brian is historically more cooperative and I am infinitely happier overall. Wahoo!
(Brand not listed = yfood)
(Brand not listed = yfood)
But I did get to see this today so that’s something.
But I did get to see this today so that’s something.
Wtf??
Sincerely,
Tf am I supposed to do with that??
Wtf??
Sincerely,
Tf am I supposed to do with that??