sitting in the backyard smoking and my neighbor emerges from behind the shed in a crisp white spaghetti strap tank, daisy dukes, and she’s teetering on the snowbank blocking the cut thru with her cowboy boots, cig hanging out of her mouth. I fuckin love false spring in Maine. and women.

I hate when your hair hurts!!!!!! insane thing

if you’ve also had to talk yourself off the ledge over the way your egg came out I love you

My mom will be like “the lady at the front desk is nice, we went to school together, just give her a call” and this is the lady at the desk

truly nothing feels viable rn, so a birthday list:
a switch/switch lite, even refurbed or preferably my old switch lite to get unlost and repaired
a giant squishmallow
whatever will make my check engine light go off
invincibility for my cat
a new TV
mushrooms of any kind
clothes that fit
a tattoo

some bands have real stale fart energy. anyway I hope Sierra Ferrell has a banner year!

happy 14th anniversary to all who observe

finding a hyperfixation breakfast after flailing around for months feels so gooooooooood

what the hell! I heard TJs are good but then you have to go to TJs.

just made em again 😎

ITS A THINK PIECE

i’m wanna write an essay about Kate Hudson and the juxtaposition of Lady Goodman to Claire Sardina and how they both relate to me personally. my brain feels too dusty but ITS THERE, TRUST ME.

this antm doc is gonna make me cancel netflix fr

I always forget stuffed shells are a thing to make!

remember when I used to work at Justice? yeesh

1000000%!!! but also the sand! :)

time for the most rage-y playlists

I hope Pam Bondi wakes up with beach sand in her labial folds every single morning of her life.

when I feel like I’ve made no progress in therapy, show me that mike tyson video. same workflow if I need to lift a car tho, bc wow.

day 3 period cramps are so FUCKED

peppermint dr bronners in the winter is insane but here I am shiv’rin

this whole hannys parking lot is gonna hear benito today

it’s the men and i’m tired of pretending it’s not

neil diamond makes me so emotional

reminiscing about how truly delicious The Real World used to be, specifically remembering Back to New York and how Mike was already The Miz annoying Coral. man. those people feel like family, MTV was really innovative when it comes to parasocial relationships!

“baked beans in a bread bowl” is on the menu at our usual pizza spot omg 🤮

ordering from a robot at the drive thru makes me cry

I’m sure I’ll be used to it soon but the new ios update or whatever the fuck is so goofy, and it’s going to push me over the fucking edge today

“awareness isn’t the thing before the change, it is the change”

coming to the realization that it’s art no matter where I run to and that’s annoying!