Honestly. I don’t think I could handle being Tumblr famous. I don’t want hate for saying I like cheese or something.

Someone put a webcam on top of the office fridge to monitor our kitchen behavior.

The only reason I know this, however, is because I went in there to eat some of the shredded cheese that I brought for my lunch and as I was pouring the cheese from the bag directly into my mouth—head tilted back, mouth agape—I looked up and saw it staring back at me, capturing me in my most disgusting, and natural, state.  

Now, I think it’s only up there as a joke and isn’t connected to anything, BUT if someone is monitoring our behavior, they are going to be appalled by me… if they weren’t already.

Mediocre Daddy just ordered me six pounds of delicious brie cheese for $15

sometimes his line of work has some real perks…

I never thought this day would come, but it did.

I may have put too much cheese in my pasta.

“Believe it or not, there's somebody out there hoping to meet someone just like you”

Making Friends is Hard

This will be the title of my biography. either that…or I Love Cheese…I haven’t decided yet

edit** omg it’ll be…”THe Cheese stands alone; making friends is hard”

I cooked half a can of chili in the microwave then added about half a bag of shredded cheese

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