charcoal sweater tights


Super Bowl Sunday: the day I cooked in the most straight boy “we heat up food” bachelor pad kitchen ever, the day Steve got an allergic reaction to the food and refused to make a big deal out of it (wheezing and turning beet red/“hey all my scars are lighting up; this is where I was stabbed" Scandinavian white boy problems), the day we went to a dive bar in Centreville and the bartender gave me a pint of vodka, the day I actually watched a football game (mehhh, that’s debatable), and the day we ate all the delicious Super Bowl party food (baked crab wontons, brie with pecans and caramel sauce, buffalo chicken dip, fresh guac!, and those football cupcakes that I kind of regret not having).