at your friends house and one of the parents ask if you want the last croissant.

You act all polite like

.. because you’ve eaten like 6 of them


But you want it.

You fight the urge..

But then your friend takes it.. and now you’re jealous.

fucking dinner at someone else’s house.

god dammit.

shits stressful

I just killed a spider.

By myself.

I may have used half a roll of paper towels to smush it .. just in case it like..

got icky stuff on me.

or ya know..crawled or moved or anything that could involve me feeling it in anyway..

But yeah, 

I feel awesome.