oh, my costis. oh, my friend.

my dream is to become an insane neurotic parent to more children than i can adequately care for and traumatize them further in part by not taking the medication i require to not be insane bc i'm afraid it will make me gain weight

employed, drunk, day off tomorrow. does life get better than this

when the drinks start tasting like rewatching heated rivalry or whatever the fuck

damn i could really go for a concerningly tingly grocery store face mask, some irresponsibly applied dollar store super glue complete with multiple skin-bonding incidents and some sick synth beats right now

chronic unemployment is an identity and just because i technically have a job rn doesn't mean i'm not still unemployed btw

nooks, crannies and crevices hate to see me coming