look what fear’s done to my body

a several hours long hair appointment where i have to make small talk may be the worst possible thing that could happen to me right now. and here i go

academic i respect may have overheard me say that my boobs are fake upon them being complimented by a new girl friend at the university pub. and then i accidentally got my bag locked inside of said pub and have to ask the same academic to help coordinate me retrieving my shit

just realized I’m going to be in England for Mexico vs England. unfair to be forced into an opinion this way

the very brief london portion of my trip has accidentally aligned with one of my dear friends’ london trip and now we are seeing super furry animals together. kissing the universe on the mouth

doing alternative eyeliner to go get a consultation at the millennial nonbinary hair salon lest they think poorly of me

i am going to be so fucking weird in England. Is what i would say if I weren’t manifesting being affable and charming and full of propranolol and cocktails

in england im just going to drink and eat meat the whole time to balance out weed and menthols being illegal