I like my Brussels sprouts shaved, seared in oil with lemon, onion, and bacon, then served lightly dressed with parm and pepper.

Okay. That started as a euphemism but apparently I’m starving to death because it ended up being an actuality.

Plus I suck at euphemisms.

See? Missing another one.

Can’t wait til my pizza gets here.

🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.