i'd like to say i threw a massive party & invited all my friends over for girl time,
but i didn't.
it was 9am.
they were hung over.
& so was i.
it was only a stage 1 hangover though.
not the kind where you're pretty sure you think you might die before the day is over.
i was thirsty & had a headache.
barely a hangover at all i guess.
Stage 1.
i spent my time cleaning.
i know, i knowwww.
i cleaned the bathroom.
sick.
i did laundry.
i washed the dishes.
cleared off the table.
swept.
changed the sheets.
you know...domesticated stuff.
i love a clean apartment.
i also love being able to fart as loud as i want.
& as often as i want.
is it not completely liberating when you don't have to squeeze your buttcheeks together as tight as possible to avoid farting around your boyfriend?
it is.
& this is how i spend my me time.
farting and cleaning.
it's been a productive Saturday morning.
