The brilliant ghost who comments. Loved by your mommy when you aren't. Begrudging Cult Leader of the Order of the Naps. Not for child or adult consumption.
I’m starting to think my followers are the algorithm.
Every time one of you hits that little button with the two arrows, my posts end up on somebody else’s timeline.
Next thing you know, I’m pissing off people in countries I’ve never even visited.
I fucking love you guys!