keira and mango marabou

yesterday i got home heavyhearted and tired. as soon as i get inside i discover an odd plastic bag on the hallwayfloor!

(i feared it would've been a threat from a neighbour because i just left a sheet into the machine that "manglar" things and it broke last time i used it. i cursed, fought with the machine for awhile but ended up saying fuckthisshit and just left. been fearing for angry neighbours since.)

but me oh my this is what i discovered instead! the best type of boyfriend is the type that can predict the future and knows when i the most need just some chocolate and a crappy magazine (which i actually like).