for valentine’s day for fil i put on a pair of high heels, walked into the kitchen and said here look happy valentine’s day this is your present. then i knocked over a glass of red wine and it smashed all over the floor and i watched him clean it up while i lay there on the couch chastising him for not making me feel less guilty about it. his jumbolaya was totally fucking insane and hot and i got some spice into my thumb wound and lost my mind over how painful it was. we watched a program about penises and breasts too.
i’m going to see if i am able to sew now cos it is the middle ages and this is how i pay for food, making deformed felt creations and yeah.
