All 600 of my daily allotted tweets were about only being able to read 600 tweets. It really is the end times over there

I think my main takeaway from LA so far is that Serj Tankian lied to me. There are absolutely not any maggots smoking f words on Sunset Boulevard other than me

Every so often I get in a mood and the only cure is fiending out on stimulants while listening to Filth by Swans on repeat

Wild how everything that’s good for a cold is also a diuretic and they all stack. I could swim the English Channel with just my renal system rn

A friend recently described a period of her life as “wet and manic” and now I’m kind of missing the tshirt bots from twitter

Eat your heart out, Morrissey