Home Alone as a child seemed horrifying but now as a 30 year old in 600sq ft apartment I would do almost anything to be forgotten about and left alone for a few days in a red brick Georgian-colonial home.
When Jeffs concerned I’ll be cold in a skirt in 60 degree weather I think about wearing knee socks and a plaid kilt in 25 degrees at recess for 8 years.
I hate when people keep sending super professional emails after multiple exchanges. Please stop addressing me in each email I know you’re talking to me.
Sometimes I think about the fact that my mom bought me and my sister a Barbie dream cruise ship. It included a built in life size blender on the back deck for tropical drinks. And that made perfect sense in the 90s for a child’s toy.
Whatever algorithm is sending me Instagram ads for Christmas ornaments wearing masks can fuck right off. Why would you want ANY kind of keep seek for this year.