I got my first Botox the same day as my first Brazilian. I’m obsessed.
I had to put a tip on that toenail.
I have smashed some claws, so if he’s awake fucket I’m gonna tell him
Since this site is deceased, confession session:
I’m not really a vegetarian. I don’t like meat & beef makes me cry, but sometimes I need sushi or Popeyes.
I totally gave myself a promotion today. I am so, so qualified & I deserve to say that.
I’m in love; it is mortifying.
Cont.: sometimes I am so overwhelmed by love for my cats, my heart’s ether expands to explosion. I don’t even know how to tell these orange cats they’re my life. My 90s mouth says “fag.”
I can cook, I don’t wanna. Ok chemistry that taste good, we get it, calm down.
I apologize for the frequency of my bullying regarding getting someone to take me to one of the two barbed wire museums America has to offer. I will not stop.
Because it takes place during the Great Depression, it is safe to say that only Paul and Mr Jingles ever heard ska punk & even safer to say that only Mr Jingles truly appreciated it.
There’s a few reasons I won’t get an air fryer: like, for one thing I have limited counter space; two, I just don’t see the point… & maybe the most important, seeing how I reacted to bikram yoga I’m way too susceptible to cults and just need to avoid anything that looks like one
It would appear I’ve been Fucking up for years. I thought it was ~good~ to put coffee grounds down the sink. For this, I do not blame my parents or the American education system. No, this is entirely Don DeLillo’s fault, the massive prick.
@LeftToeDjinn He doesn’t much like being picked up, so I try to save it for when he’s being particularly needy. He’s 8lbs and extremely soft, so it’s very hard not to annoy him
I’m about to watch The Lion King for the first time in 20 years and I’m sure this will be fine.
Look, I have some Lion King related trauma that I’m happy to overshare and I genuinely don’t know why I’m doing this
We’re definitely adults now. We’ve mostly lost touch; I moved away and she has kids. But there we were, college idiots & friends since kindergarten, at her dad’s funeral, and she was that little girl leaving Lion King. Idk this is probably my therapist’s problem, not twitters’