i fear that i will never learn the life lesson to not impulsively cut bangs in your bathroom after a long work week because we finally didn’t fuck it up lads. three decades of trial and error (and finally upgrading from kitchen shears) and we finally didn’t butcher it

i am notoriously anti-resolution (pathological demand avoidant till i die) so here are the vibes for 2025

us begging our government to give a shit about us and not the bottom line of corporations & ceo’s:

anyway here are my two christmas boys. tell them they’re handsome or else

had a hinge date bail (which is fine because i was genuinely looking at my phone trying to summon a “hey can we reschedule” text from him so i didn’t have to be the one to do it twice in a row) so i’m treating myself to some Palestinian food & a lil walk to take in the christmas lights