It's alright to overreact and throw a fit because you can't find a jar of peanut butter. Your life is over just as you stated while slumping on the kitchen floor. Nothing is worse than this. Oh sick kids and people in Africa are having it worse? That's not fair, you're allowed you have your own problems too. You might give up and find a substitute, something different to show other people just the lengths you will go to in order to express your frustration and defeat. After every bite of your Nutella sandwich (which is really good but you sure as hell arent going to show it) you'll voice your opinion about how you'll never understand why everyone is against you and why they are purposely rearranging sandwich spreads. You'll then pick yourself up and sulk all the way to your room and listen to Joy Division and Sigur Ros.
2 hours later you find the peanut butter jar hiding behind the jar off coffee. After all the drama, you don't want to look stupid and have people pay you out, so the most logical thing to do in this case it to fucking hide it again.
To truly fuck yourself over graciously, the next morning you want the peanut butter and you've forgotten that hiding spot.
FUCK
2 hours later you find the peanut butter jar hiding behind the jar off coffee. After all the drama, you don't want to look stupid and have people pay you out, so the most logical thing to do in this case it to fucking hide it again.
To truly fuck yourself over graciously, the next morning you want the peanut butter and you've forgotten that hiding spot.
FUCK
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What is up with the file name of that picture. It is a story unto itself.
Word verification: coottel (take from that what you please)
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