It's a mash-up!

No, I didn't make it.
When do I make shit?
I have shit made for me.
I have to say that this whole situation has me feeling a bit spoiled, and I'm trying hard to focus on all the other, amazing things happening right now like kicking ass in school and getting a raise at work but this is definitely the cherry on top of my cake.
Moving on.
I have some home-made french onion soup in the oven atm and it smells divine, I'm about to invest in some much-needed House Time and he left his shirt here so I've been occasionally smelling it like the
Did I tell you guys I've been suffering from some intense sleep paralysis lately?
What the hell? How do I make it stop?
I don't approve of nightmares.