I got tagged in a photo on Facebook yesterday. Which is normal. Except that when I went to go check it out--you know, to see if I looked awesome or if I needed to do my patented move, which is to wait a few days and then de-tag so that the person who tagged me wouldn't realize how vain I am--I couldn't find myself.
I was all, "I'm not even in this--" OH, WAIT. BUT I AM.
I am like the saddest corner of an Edward Hopper painting.
Also, my friends are cruel.
But you know, that mac and cheese was worth it, so fuck it. Not de-tagging. Enjoy my lusty eating/vomit face, world.