nik.

i’m still sober and making my way through it

who needs a roommate when i have my stomach talking to me

i ate spaghetti 2 days in a row this week. ain’t that some “living my best life” type ish

in 1996 my parents found my journal and boy was i in trouble. fast forward 30years and im handing my mom my most recent journal because i want her to know my troubles.

here for pretzels.

disagreeing with a hot person is the worst feeling man. get on my level sexy cmon

some folks just truly need their mother.

my hair was described to me today as having an entire hole in it

😭😭😭

The lyrics to ODESZA’s Loyal are “without you in my life I want to die”

zynnies at the nail salon 🧠

funny how sometimes out of nowhere, as if it’s a daily occurrence, you just start reciting one-liners from the major motion picture GUMMO.

if you see me in 2 weeks, no you won’t because i’m going thru an identity crisis and won’t look the same my mentals are that fucked

a rose > divorce paperwork.

the reason i like working shifts with Tony and not @sandmeng.bsky.social is because i never listen to the “Crush On You” Lil Caes/Lil Kim Remix at work with Sully.

you bet your fuckin ass i’m not letting a brentwood bitch with 5yr expired tags take the area i shoveled for myself with her hoopty ass corolla

it has been 2 weeks since i have smooched my baby B and i’m gonna do it all day tomorrow before work so LEEMEEALONE

why is my hair falling out
- divorce stress
- perimenopause
- the fall of democracy
- ppl not believing victims
- ice and anti’s
- starting over with everything

cool story, can’t wait to tell my grandkids

forever alone.

let’s change the subject.
i want a custom Pens jersey.

i’m like the mr rogers of my own little world in that my entire mood changes when i throw on my sneakers.

white boys don’t wear dreads in 2026 unless the internet is making fun of them or they want people to think they are biracial for some stupid appropriating reason.

when i feel like pulling out someone’s teeth with pliers, i just throw on the OG Crow Soundtrack and crank that bitch to 11

art for sale:

the chronicles of renting: my upstairs neighbors have running water but i don’t.

i fucking miss Bronson

divorce chronicles: i ordered my first ever return address stamp and i put my birth name on it. to celebrate, i am buying an ombre stamp pad.

christmas outfit choices:

dress for court
dress in pajamas

dig your own grave? don’t mind if you do.