ive said it before, ill say it again. the only kind of pasta i like has a red sauce. i dont care how well made your shrimp alfredo is, i cant stand the consistency or texture. i dont like the creaminess. i want that sweet sweet marinara, baby.
The worst fact about me is that when i get stressed or overwhelmed i start to rap eminem to myself under my breath… it’s like a stim thing
I’ll be at my job as a waitress on a super busy day filling up glasses of water, near tears from stress, my hands trembling, whispering to myself “I’M SLIM SHADY YES I’M THE REAL SHADY ALL YOU OTHERS SLIM SHADIES ARE JUST IMITATING SO WON’T THE REAL SLIM SHADY PLEASE STAND UP, PLEASE STAND UP, PLEASE STAND UP”