I love that my neighbors have seen me look very disheveled and also done up, sometimes both on the same day. I wonder what lore they have made up about me.

Reading romance novels is not a good hobby for the impatient. I refuse to wait 19 chapters before the main characters kiss and sneakily hold hands when their friends/family (who want to see them together) aren’t looking. I want them to hunch NOW.

I wish I could hear Bodak Yellow for the first time again. What a time to be alive.

First post. I kinda like having a fresh start for my brain dumps.