I don’t know what my housemates eat.
Here is my cabinet:
Here’s my other cabinet:
And here is the cabinet next to mine that THREE people share. One of those items isn’t even food. It’s soap!
What do these people eat?? We’ve been living in this house for well over a month now, and still no more food has appeared in this cabinet.
Fine by me, though, because that means I have more space to rock out with my … spatula … out. That didn’t even make sense. Or rhyme. What I mean is, I can jam to John Mellencamp when I get random urges to listen to his music loudly.
I saw him in concert back in college and he was great, but I kinda forgot about him until recently for some reason.
Let’s rock. (look at his dancing! and his hair! it’s too much.)