Just in case
oh god this reminds me when i moved out of my parents house i left them to pack up my bed and stuff and they came downstairs like “joanna we’re happy to pack up your bed but can you PLEASE not leave your condoms just strewn under there it’s just weird and we don’t want to have to touch them” so i went upstairs completely confused and somewhat terrified of what i would find and they were fucking. noodle flavouring packets. cause i like to drink soup in bed sometimes. i feel like this story should be on my tombstone when i die because it very accurately sums up my entire life tbh
If anyone ever asks me “who is this jo person?” then I’m telling them that story.