This is what I'm talking about.

I just want you to see the madness that is my life. I came home to this last night and just bursted out laughing. How does this happen?I feel like our kitchen is possessed. Seriously, why are all the drawers open?









































Before I went to sleep I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes. The next morning I awake to this.

Control is an illusion.
















It's cool because check this out. That is my dorm made cappuccino. I'm like a MacGyver in the kitchen. I'm bringing this back with me Ameryki! I will share the pleasure of my ingenuity with you.