missed bus, pants too tight, seam of pants digging in buttcrack, windy, wet shoes

currently rage baiting a bills fan that clearly wants to gargle josh allen's balls (i actually really like josh allen i just wanna be mean)

nothing sends me into a rage more than when my mom does something she would 100% yell at me for

and the concept of them radio rebeling your coming out moment

the horror of questioning if i'm performing masculinity in a personal and authentic way or in a societal standard way

"Jackie Taylor/Lucy Gray/Sara Fier haunts the narrative!!" Okay, and guess who haunts my narrative. Ronald Reagan.