Seven years ago I was blue-tongued and drinking out of a 44-oz styrofoam cup, and now I get judgey about gin selections. You can’t hate me more than I hate myself
Just used the phrase, “as if out of a Ray Bradbury short story!” in my review of a midwestern jiffy lube. Hormonal birth control and vodka were really stifling my personality and we were all better for it.
bonerfalcon also grew up and became a high school ELA teacher and cries ~3 times a week about the absolute trauma of pub ed/title I schools. I miss my simple dildo Twitter innocence
bonerfalcon grew up and quit Twitter and traded partying for being unable to finish a single glass of Pinot noir without saying, “are you ready to leave yet?”