About 2 weeks ago I moved somewhere where my bedroom is in a dead zone, I don't get service, I don't have Wi-Fi, I cannot wake up and scroll the social media. Instead I have to wake up with an alarm, put on some music and convince myself to get out of bed.

My eyeballs yearn for the contacts

You may think you're not very good at your job but you probably didn't buy an election, buy yourself a job in government, did so badly that everyone on the internet bullied you and then got fired in 3 months so give yourself a break.

It's been 2 weeks since the incident, which means it's time for my favorite get shit done beverage-
Barefoot Moscato with whatever popsicles are in the bottom of my fridge inside of it.

My hair is sitting with bleach in it developing for the third time in one night and for some reason I think this might be sketchy.

Okay so I've never been a poster on anything other than Instagram and I've decided that this is going to be some cross between a finsta and, like what twitter was for my some of my peers when I was in high school.
Nothing can go wrong