in the last twenty minutes i have ripped my favourite pyjama pants by simply crouching to alleviate pain in my 21 YEAR OLD BACK, kicked over several boxsets by accident, tripped on the slightest height difference in wood panels on the floor and tipped my drink down me... i feel like im in a poorly written scene from a 90s sitcom.. pls send help š«
r.i.p. (HA literally) as long as it wasn't the ghost ones we're good
it was the stitch pyjamas, so ghosties are safe dw












