You know your girlfriend loves you alot when she buys herself an oven...

Oreo cheesecakes...

Lasagne...

Cheese toast...

Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies...

Mmm. Feels good to be a boyfriend of a girl who owns a oven.

On a side note, i've just experienced the weirdest incident of my life. Some bird shat on my wallet somehow, but i couldn't figure out the exact physics of this amazing phenomenon. I mean, i was holding my wallet facing down all the time. When i flipped it up, there's some good wholesome bird cream.

Are birds able to shoot their shit straight up from the ground? Or do they happen to have some homing enzyme in their shit tt just amazingly tracks my wallet.

Best of all, i couldn't even feel the "thud" when the attack happened. Stealth shit? Ninja shit?

Amazing~