Sometimes I forget tumblr exists and then I suddenly want to like use it as my internet diary. And like. Nobody wants to know that I’m currently sitting on the toilet farting so loud it woke my dog up. Those can stay inside thoughts. Because one day, when I die (not in an ominous way, but in a death is inevitable and I’ll hopefully be old as fuxk) and my grandchildren are going to be given all my accounts including my tumblr and like…. They don’t need to know that about me. Although- here I am.
Listen kids.. this is not anywhere near as bad as the time I diarrhea sharted on the bar stool in the kitchen in front of Emily. We’re all humans. We all poop. Sometimes we just.. lose control. Anyways. Take this as warning not to read further. You probably dont want to know