They should invent a me that can drink 1.5 martinis without waking up at 4:30 in the morning with the cortisol levels of someone being hunted for sport
If I was in charge of the Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad all the girls would wear berets, red lipstick, black turtlenecks and sunglasses and would sit smoking cigarettes and looking disinterested instead of doing cheers or whatever. no smiling also
I don’t need drugs or alcohol to have a good time because a few weeks ago I left the perfect voicemail. Knocked it out of the park. No pauses or stuttering-just my name, message, and number. I’ll be riding that high for the rest of my life.
catching up on my correspondences like a responsible 18th century socialite (swiping up on instagram stories and checking the gc first thing in the morning)