Wednesday, July 12
Ya' know how you go into the fridge and expect there to be a five course meal in it and you open it up to see, milk, some dairy products, and leftovers you don't wanna eat.
Thats me every single day. I praise the day we go to the store and buy over $300 worth of food.
So I eat when Im bored.
I get up and open the fridge hoping t
For something good in it. And there's nothing. I go back to my bedroom and watch Netflix or read on Wattpad or something and im still bored.
I get up, go to the kitchen and look i the fridge again. Still finding nothing, I mentally yell a string of cuss words of how much i hate the world.
I go lay down again, and this time I got up actually hungry and go BACK into the kitchen and into the fridge. By now Im hoping there would magically be a box of cake or something sweet. But ya' know the world hates me so there was still nothing.
Giving up I just made myself a glass of milk and went back to my room and took a nap.
The moral of this story is that my fridge hates me and I eat everything.
