There's no food in my house.
The jar of expired peanut butter is lookin' mighty tasty today. This is the height of my laziness. I don't even grocery shop. I work at a fucking grocery store. It's not like I don't ever get the opportunity. Gro-shur-y? Gross-er-y? I don't even know.
Sigh.
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