Baby, It's Mold Inside
One of the most annoying things about being single is the questionable food.
A head of broccoli? A carton of soy milk? A tray of lasagna? Most foods are designed to feed a family of four, not a single woman in a studio apartment who's gone as often as she's home.
I don't need someone to love me unconditionally, I need someone to help me eat my leftovers.
A head of broccoli? A carton of soy milk? A tray of lasagna? Most foods are designed to feed a family of four, not a single woman in a studio apartment who's gone as often as she's home.
I don't need someone to love me unconditionally, I need someone to help me eat my leftovers.
