The inner machinations of a middle-class peasant.

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the tales we tell define who we are.

went to a supper club a week ago and poured the lobster butter on my cheese and onion hashbrowns.

it was tasty.

i feel like i should say more about how bad it may be for me, but, i can’t bring myself to it.

sometimes self-love is lobster butter on your hashbrowns.

please talk to me.