A sad thing about being a woman is that every time I get off the train at 3am and pop in my ear buds, I have to think, “Is this a song I would be ok getting murdered while I listen to?”
Would pay instagram for a feature that allows me to turn off auto-play on sound for videos. I’m sick of being assaulted by recipe videos and their poppy music when I’m trying to listen to murder podcasts on the train at 11pm.
Disgusted to think that Bo Burnham was 29 when he was making “Inside” and here I sit at 29 watching “Inside” for the sixth time without any intention of adding my own contribution to the Zeitgeist.
My bf is quarantining in our guest bedroom and I have to leave his meals outside the door. Every time he slinks out with a mask on I can't help but think that this is the Clarice Starling/Hannibal Lecter role play I never asked for.
Me at Trader Joe’s on a Sunday afternoon: I should buy dates to crave those sweet tooth cravings I have sometime (;
Me at home on a Friday night, stoned as hell: WHY IS THERE NO CHOCOLATE IN THIS HOUSE