Being rude to me unprovoked really wakes up the menace buried deep inside. Like I choose to live my life on cutie patootie juice but it’s some four loko back here somewhere. Let’s be very clear
I’m an elder millennial. I’m never letting go of my emotional support denim jacket, gold hoop earrings, boomerang drink videos, 90s R&B, side parts, and peace signs in my pics. Fight me.