REJOICE. CELEBRATE. APPLAUD. I AM MAKING PROGRESS! GO ME. I’M THE BEST.
You know that way when you have a certain order for putting shit in? Like…your mugs all have to have their handles facing the same way, or your towels have to be folded correctly? Or your herbs and spices have to be put in the right fucking order? Yeah? Yeah? You know what I’m talking about? Yeah? And you know that absolute rage when someone decides to just be like “Oh, fiddle-de-dee, these rules don’t apply to me. I’ll just fucking chuckj shit arounda nd whatever the fuck iwant becuase I’m a fuckign aasssssh”