Hello America: Unfuck Yourselves

Unfuck yourselves. Seriously. Please.
Unfuck yourselves. Seriously. Please.

Southern Fat Feast

I am making a comfort food feast tonight for a bunch of friends and I'm excited. It's been a long time since I've entertained.

On the menu:

-spicy pulled pork sammiches w/ slaw

-spicy pimento mac n cheese

-green beans

-homemade ice cream w/ strawberries

Also, this is making me kick it into gear to get my house straightened up after an unreasonable slacking time. And bless his heart but Boyancé is absolutely terrible at housekeeping. I can't usually tell when he has cleaned, and he will say, "You're so busy, let me take care of the house!" but then I have to write a detailed list out for him. And when my house is straightened up, I have decided to hire a cleaning service because I have picked up extra steady work and I have less time on my hands. Less time, more money...seems like I should hire someone. Also I hate cleaning. I hate cleaning, and I hate things being unclean - so basically I am in a state of hating my surroundings at all times.


My therapist was like, "stop waiting for yourself to grow into liking cleaning. If you haven't by now you won't and it's just frustrating you."

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