watching my floormates make sangria in a large plastic square container
a lot of wine
random other wine that apparently tastes bad and nobody wants to finish(?)
lots of orange juice
12(!) sugar cubes
a questionable amount of brandy
I know how you feel
[comic of two witches flying on brooms. one is saying ‘you think you’ve got problems? i get discriminated against for being a witch and a lesbian.’]
when your friend comes over but all you do is sit next to each other and use the internet
TRAVIS AND I ARE DOING THAT RIGHT NOW.
Except we live together so no one “came over” per se.
basically all I ever do with my friends. Sometimes we all reblog things from each other.