December 2011
That depressing moment when you wake up in the best part of a dream.
I have 3 boyfriends.
My first boyfriend, his name is food. My second boyfriend is named food also. My third boyfriend is named food too. One lives in my stomach, one lives in my refrigerator and one lives at the store waiting for me. They’re always there for me, when I’m sad, depressed or happy. I love you food.
