No more pasta?

So I've only got a week left of work, and I feel like there's a ticking time bomb on top of my head, waiting to explode and send my life to a whole nother galaxy.

Can't believe after four years, my boss (basically more of a father to me then my own) has gone bitter and's decided to end on bad terms.

 What about all the good Ol'times peter, babe?

 All those late night fruit parties and sneaking into the kicthen and eating all those shrimp..

Peter: "Don't forget to hide the evidence!!"

     

[On a happy note: It's just Matt, Kim and I tonight for "Fun Sndayyy"]