one of these days I’m going to tell you the story of the guy who slept over at my house this weekend and how we has a surprisingly unawkward Sunday brunch with my parents, even though I had to wake him to before they got here because they would absolutely judge him for sleeping until 11am and judge me for allowing such a late riser to inhabit my space (early rising is a thing in my family)
Y’all know how I am about my space. Almost no one is allowed here, except— it was pretty nice. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll tell you about it some time.
What is my life?