Luckily one of the girls I work with is super outdoorsy and loves snakes so I called her n she came and was like “aw c’mere little guy” and just carried him outside, I’d probably be sleeping on a couch far away from my room if it weren’t for her
there is a snake in my underwear drawer.. A FUCKING SNAKE.
I opened the drawer, saw a wiggle, froze, realized it was a big black snake that coiled back and looked like it was ready to pounce, slammed the drawer shut and ran upstairs screaming
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
that wasn’t me man! I never went to Toronto ribfest