…the life span of banana pudding is like 2-3 days — tops.
That being said, I am sending the rest of this big tub of banana pudding into the hole that is my stomach. Love you Grandma. :3
…you know how at the end of the semester, like in the last weeks when you know you gotta give it your all and crank it out, study hard and actually do your homework so things come easy when the exams come around, and you’re really scared that your grades might not be that hot but you still have that little bit of faith that maybe the teacher will slide you a B ‘cause you did your best, you feel that giant sigh of relief as you pack up and head back home to your nice warm bed, hoping that next semester doesn’t come so soon yet you’re ready for it to come… and then at that moment, it only takes that split second for you to just say “fuck this SHIT” and totally wing it the rest of the way?
Yeah, that’s happening RIGHT. NOW.
…I hold food above that which is priceless. I shall die from fatness.
So I keep it light as jogging gear.” —Lupe - Popular Demand
I. Can’t. Go. To sleep.
Love you Grandma. :3