I was very excited to eat you with Nutella and possibly gummy bears. You told me you would be good until March 1st, so imagine my surprise and disappointment when I saw you had mold on you. I am so tired of your lies, bread. We are over!
That awkward moment when you start talking to yourself and then you realize someone is standing right behind you.
looking at your blog the day after a liveblog is like waking up with a hangover and trying to work out what happened the night before
I’m flying on a plane today for the first time.