i'm the sort who'll mourn milk before i spill it,
assume a knocked cup will sour my skirt, and Goodwill it.
but it's happened too often: like the last blobs of oatmeal,
all that's nice in my life will grow cold, and congeal,
and leave me, gloved and grunting, to scour the skillet.
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this is BEAUTIFUL SHAUNA. also sad. I will love you so hardcore when I see you in 4 days!!!
this reminds me of the time you were trying to wash dishes and coffee water spilled all over you before work and you were very angry
alecia that is exactly what i was thinking of
it's supposed to be funny ha-ha
at least a little
it's not, like, ALL true
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