if youda told me in January that in May I’d be wearing my brother’s geisha halloween costume from when he was 10, and hosting a trivia happy hour for my coworkers on a video chat....
I’d be like yeah that sounds about right
*scrolling through the active user list on facebook*
wow what kind of weird idiot is just chillin on Facebook at 11:54PM on a Wednesday
*realizing too late that I’m describing myself*
opened a salsa jar today that no one else could, and then later also cried gently to This Ones For The Girls by Martina McBride.
no one else can even dream of having this range
when babies do the thing where they cry so hard that it makes no sound, they’ve unlocked a new level of emotional agony, and we should applaud their valuable gained experience
favorite movie: film
favorite tv show: programming
favorite food: meal
favorite color: “colour”
favorite animal: big
favorite song: cristina agalera jeany in a bottle
the hot babes of Instagram are always DMing me links in groups with some of the other hot Instagram dudes (all less hot than me though) and we all love it
people who are known by a single word (ie Madonna) operate on the highest astral plane
people who go by full name (ie Philip Seymour Hoffman) are demigods
people who go by first and last (ie Casey Chura) are normies and plebes