Had a dream last night that I was at CVS and impulsively bought one of those eos chapstick balls and it made my lips a weird sparkly green and I was like ‘ughh what a waste of money!’ Happy to report I just woke up and own NO eos chapstick balls. Relieved.
Either my inner monologue has always been narrated by four gay men and Johnathan Van Ness or I’ve been watching queer eye at every waking moment this week
My upstairs neighbors love to do (what I can only assume is) Michael Scott style parkour off their furniture until 3am. And I love that for them. But not for me.
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I could ask about the sex, but I'm curious about the volcano on the island.
Like, not to be superficial but, is it hot? When it's gonna erupt will it tell me? or do I have to guess? Is it into virgin sacrifice or is that just a stereotype?