@YeeetGang i was recently sharing a lovely convo with my brother in laws gf and after a good chuckle and comfy silence she hit me with “did you used to do improv?” and i haven’t recovered
"i'm a creep" "i'm a weirdo" ok??? i was working in the lab late one night when my eyes beheld an eerie slight for my monster from his slab began to rise and suddenly to my surprise (he did the mash) he did the monster mash (the monster mash) it was a graveyard smash
every day i busy myself with work and frivolous tasks and books and i scab over a just little bit and every night when i crawl into bed the scab is ripped off again and i feel like i can’t breathe