Sometimes I hate being the new girlfriend.
Cats has to be the worst musical of all time. Hands down.
It’s an entire show about felines that dance and sing, that I am allergic to.
Also. I somehow managed to accidentally eat nearly an entire bag of chips just now. I opened them and then suddenly there was all but three chips left in the bag. It can join the half block of chocolate I scoffed earlier.
What’s going on? Do I have an extra stomach I don’t know about?
It hasn’t been a great day.
It feels like a crime to try and make potato chips healthy.