just wrote this long ass essay draft that i intended on posting about why living in a big city and being in various social scenes can be so daunting… then i got to the end and was like “oh… bitch i have social anxiety” and have just been in denial about it for years

i forgot how powerful i am when im single omg… like all of my stats get raised

when a tranny tells a bad joke it’s followed with a ba-dum ts

slept a cumulative 14 hours between last night and this afternoon… what is wrong with my body actually

not sure if this is ironic but it really does pmo when im telling people im planning out my ffs and they’re like “you don’t need it” like okay bitch guess i don’t need these mones or girl clothes either??? get out of my face

it irks me so bad when people say “sunnies” for sun glasses or “lippies” for lipsticks. what is the hurry mama? are sunglasses okay with you giving them a nickname? did they say “please, sunglasses was my father…” like what are we doing here? I think Magdalena Bay is a really interesting artist.

am i allowed to say tranny on here