theparadoxmachine:

You can’t tell me not to bring my supply of non-perishables with me then proceed to not feed me. 

Like I’m being facetious but seriously, I can’t not eat regularly. It’s bad for my broken brain. 

I swear I need a stash of pasta so I can make some up with butter or olive oil and parmesan when they decided to not tell me they’re skipping dinner completely.