If I feel decent or neutral about myself while I’m in public, you’ll probably just get Bitchface Amelia. But if I feel particularly shitty about myself, I’ll smile at the person behind the counter and maybe even strike up a small conversation.
Everyone who rides in the car while I’m driving laughs at me. I become nearly incoherent with rage at the smallest things. Bonus: It doesn’t actually affect my driving in any way.
*hides in shame*
I hate their taste, their texture, the way they pretend to be solid but are actually a gooey disgusting mess, their stickiness, the fact that they’re incredibly lightweight and made of mostly sweetened air but still so terrible for you. Everything. I hate everything about marshmallows.
I love having kinky roommates.
I’m not even religious. I just love that song. Video here.