Existing is agony, but I just can’t care anymore what people think about my tits. I’m the one who has to wear them, and bras hurt (well, I’m autistic and they hit a lot of my brain hurting points) so screw it, I’m going to the wawa in a winter coat and no cares.
This is why I prefer winter, I can wear my bulky coat and go as braless as I want, despite the 40J I’m suppose to wear
Er, probably a year ago? I make it occasionally as a snack, but I have to remember to get some from the grocery store. My husband also enjoys it, so when I do make some, it goes quickly.
My grandfather would make sheets of jello, it was his snack he’d feed us when we visited him!
My stepfather does this irl and it always pisses me off, it’s so rude!
I recommend Oregon Trail 2! No idea where you’d get a copy, but it’s fun!
I keep recreating the Donner Party in 2.