Forever reblog
gpoy right now
ME WANT FOOD!
GPOY.
When I was in college, I started noticing I would get really short when I got hungry.
My mom would complain of getting hypoglycemic at times, so one time when she was up to visit, I asked her about it. We were in the car with my then-boyfriend, on our way to dinner.
Me: Mom, what happens when you get hypoglycemic?
Mom: Well, first I get real mean…
Boyfriend: *tries to hide a snerk and fails*
I pretty much make sure I eat before anything now. Finding yourself in the middle of Target, 45 minutes into a shopping trip and realizing you suddenly are running on fumes and nothing you’re trying on fits is a fucking recipe for disaster.
(Source: grritskookiebear)
Me during 30 Hour Famine. Though my words are really more derpy than unkind when I’m super hungry.
She’s an Obnoxious drunk, She’s feisty, which is fun,lol. To an extent.
Exactly how it happened folks.
Scrolled through my likes and found this accurate depiction of one of my sordid drunken nights. @YourBoyDrew...