i always find myself in the kitchen past midnight looking through the fridge and rummaging through cabinets trying to decide on a yummy snack. and it’s always like.. yesss chips! - no.. pretzels om nom! - eh .. cerealll! - wait .. and i go back and forth between like 6 delicious snacks and then i decide on let’s say chips.. “oh i definitely need some kind of dip with these..” le open fridge.. le search for nommy dips .. hear le voice of vegetable crisper bin thingy telling me about all of the healthier snack options i could be choosing and i’m like.. “carrots! i could dig it”.. and i put my 6 delicious snacks back and take the bag of carrots to my room thinking i’m about to have the snack of my life [without the guilt!] …
and i’m always wrong.
carrots are always disappointing.
i just want to wrap myself in benedict cumberbatch’s voice and stay there.
i’ll just music spam.