Y-E-N-I-A-L, BLAST OFF!
I like things that make you tick, make you think, sharpen your wit, and force you to use those analytically and comprehensive reading skills you've been trained to use. I like wasting time and brain power on mind-numbing nonsense, and hours in front of screens.
Hi, I'm Lainey and I post and reblog shit that I geek-out over frequently. I also try to keep a steady documentation of my life, my obnoxiously adorable relationship, and the things I cook and eat.
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Almost every time I tweet about some sort of food craving Moustafa texts me right after, usually indirectly mentioning where he is as if to say “I can’t get you that thing you want right now because I am busy/not near you.” And I always think “But I was not requesting YOU to get me this thing…Although that is very nice of you to be so concerned without mentioning it?” But really if any of this is accurate he’s just like “BITCH STOP IT. I CAN’T AND WONT GET YOU THAT SHIT. I HAVE THINGS TO DO. I AM A BUSY MAN. BUSY BUSY BUSY.”
Except he sounds nothing like that…yeah. I don’t know. I just want carbs. Sweet, chocolaty, carbs and a coke. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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Dates I’ve convinced Moustafa that we need to have:
- Titanic in 3D
- The Little Mermaid in my living room while eating soup wrapped up in my comforter.
Also I think I’m going to get rid of all of my clothes and just steal his…These shorts are so comfy, bro.
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my inner feminist has been escaping lately and Moustafa’s so confused it’s adorbz yo
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