Sitting at my desk babysitting a label maker so now you're subject to all of my passing thoughts.
It's bullshit living in the middle of nowhere they have no good food I can get. What do you mean I can't get a decent pickled tomato for miles? I have to order them? Online? And they're shit?
Thus, here I sit before 8am, realizing I must bust out the tricks taught to me by my vile mama and make them myself.

















