Got a few plants from my dad today. He was going to let them die while he was out of town. I said, “No, let me kill them.” So they’re on my patio, hangin’.
And now, it’s just a waiting game.
Why can’t I live here? Lets all hope I win the $70 million powerball tonight then i can….
1. Lego consumption Denial
3. Post-barfing Acceptance
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