Today i bellowed in the car and announced to the general world that I was depressed and that I felt like eating cheesecake.
My papaw, as chaffeur of the year, drove to Jenny's and bought me my cheesecake.
Though that was before he realised I'd accidentally threw my 10kg piano bag on the floor of the car, thereby crushing his four loaves of bread. I fluffed them up again while he was getting the cheesecake, so its all good.
He's now out buying duck for dinner. :) How'm I ever gonna cope in uni, I truly do wonder.
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