The title was either "The Toaster Chapter" or this. Panic! At The Disco just seem to have the answer to all my titles. Yeah, I'm not done borrowing their songs for titles. Well, iF cRaZy = gEniUs ✨
LET'S SET OURSELVES ON FIRE PEASANTS BECAUSE WE'RE NEVER GOING TO BURNNNN-
Talking about fire, let's get to the toaster part of this chapter, why don't we?
Long Story Short: I sarcastically asked Owen to take a picture of his toaster. Despite me not being serious, he did. Ain't that funny? * sheepishly laughs*
Here's my flipping toaster:
Looks nothing like Owen's. I know. I obviously didn't buy it, nOw DiD i? If I did I would've gotten it in a different color to match with the aesthetic of the kitchen.
Here are more pictures, for ✨ f u n ✨
The mushrooms are where the smurfs are hidden. Y'know *cough* blueberries and all.
That's my fork hehe
I think that's enough pictures of my toaster, alright?
NEXT IS THE FRIDGE ✨
DON'T ASK ME WHY
The bleach in the corner is intentional. I put it there for fUn.
I do apologize about the flash though. I forgot to take that setting off for all these pictures. I left it on since I last took pictures a week ago or so.
There's nothing special about this fridge. We're getting a new one soon which is why I was debating on whether to take a picture or not.
I don't actually know what to say next-
thank u, next b-
friends. thank u, next friends.
It's not like I don't know what to talk about next. I just don't know what to say next. I'm just listening to thank u, next. Like the album, but the song too. I'm practically done.
I guess since I have nothing else to say I have no choice but to show you another part of my house; the closet.
Yes, it's come to that point. Yes, we're talking about it *shivers*
Well, this is it:
You're probably wondering what's in the inside. Well . . . . it's obviously-
*suspense music*
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Clothing obviously. Not mine though. Maybe many moons ago that type of clothing might've appealed but not anymore lol. That's my Abuelo's jackets. We have like 5 or 6 more closets in the house. None of them actually belong to me in case you're wondering.
No one asked for me to take pictures of my toaster and I've managed to show you a gallery of closets. THAT'S ENOUGH FOR THE DAY, OKAY?
You happy Owen? Most importantly, Owen's toaster, are you happy?
Your time is up, I'll tell you why. I don't give a f- *line gets caught off* OH COME ON-
*5 minutes later*
Ah, I forgot this chapter existed. I got warped with Google images of quinceñera dresses despite having one already. Let's save that story for the next chapter, why don't we?
*clock ticks* Oh looky, it's 3 hours past my bedtime. I should go. Okay-