i think what pisses me off more than anything else is the little spot the windshield wipers miss when it’s raining
every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up
ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor
lots to look forward to
i fucking looked up eggs with legs and i’m
why are they in a cage?
otherwise they’ll eggscape
panic! at the deadline