Sometimes, I get really romantic about things. I’ll run things through some weird mental filter where I can’t seem to think of anything negative. That has never happened whenever I have been in charge of hosting a dinner party. That shit stresses me out...
MAANGCHI BE MY FRIEND. SERIOUSLY. 100% of the people that know me know that I can be a little bit of a Regina George when I don’t eat or [insert a multitude of reasons] and I really turn into a beast when I try to cook and it fails horribly. Maybe it is so...
