Just heard a recording of me singing a song from Wicked. It has to be the worst butchering of one of the songs since Jeff Goldblum tried.

No fucks given, I love talking shit about a bitch that deserves it

Help! I started saying rizz in a funny way and now I can’t stop

I really wish I could understand how people are going through life like everything is fine. The room is on fire, act appropriately!

You are valid.
You are loved.
An executive order does not replace you.

Uhhh @espn.com @collegegameday.bsky.social you’re just going to let that almost incoherent message from the felon running our country on your network during one of your biggest events? It wasn’t even a typical “Super Bowl presidential message” it was flat out partisan

Today will go down as a dark day in history. But the memes are

He wouldn’t actually do that… only the good ones will be considered… www.politico.com/news/2025/01...

Feeling totally drained today. Just need my go-to person to chat about random shit and lighten the mood. But I guess I’ve been in denial about them pulling away.

We officially have a convicted felon as president of the United States of America. I’m not following speed limits anymore. This is bullshit.

I’m so proud how my minority friends are making their voices heard right now. Where are the so called “allies?” Cis-straight-white people are conspicuously quiet.

If I see one more post or meme saying something like “It doesn’t matter who is President, God is in control/Jesus is King” I’m going to lose my shit. Your sky ghost daddy has never done anything to make this country better (see everything starting at genocide and up to him blowing a microphone).

I feel so out of place for being so nervous about tomorrow’s results. Everyone around me has a very laissez-faire attitude about it. It must be incredibly nice to not have your future so at stake.

I still love a good cuddle after a hookup, but in your 30s, it’s all about finding that perfect position where neither of you ends up with heartburn.

My birth certificate claims I’m in my mid-30s, but the amount of Rumple Minze I’ve been downing lately suggests I’m still hanging on to my early 20s.

Music streaming services are getting a little too personal. Here I am, wallowing after being rejected by the only person I can picture myself with, and out of nowhere it throws on ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’—a song that does not match the vibe of my listening history.

I’m no Trump supporter, but I lose sleep at night knowing Kamala Harris is coming for my massive wealth with her Capital Gains tax.