Me romanticizing my work travel, solo gal reading fantasy whilst dining at the bar…eating overcooked spaghetti and meatballs in an overly bright, fluorescent lights restaurant, $7 glass of wine, playing bro country and MNF. She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s Gallup, NM.
@Beyonce has us Virgo szn Renaissance tour attendees in a tizzy with this silver announcement. We needed a 1-week notice, not 2 days - we have to all travel to see you #Beyhive
Someone stated Bob Ross was the original ASMR, and suddenly everything in my life makes sense. The way I used to tune in every day and nap so hard to Bob Ross, unmatched.
Poke hit Paris since my last visit. Idea and ingredients are good, I even forgive the falafel on top. But the side of EVOO & balsamic vinegar to pour over is wrong.
Wow 6 fucking assholes went through with that. May they sleep well tonight because buckle up bitches - we gather, we fight and we give ‘em hell for eternity.
Mustard and sriracha shortage. I’ll be entering my hibernation period. Please wake me up when we’ve properly resolved my two fave condiment shortages out.