NOVEMBER

There is a man with a handlebar moustache on St-Laurent whistling a jaunty tune and I want what he has

My twink therapist says hi btw

Happy weeks in therapy be like maybe I’m cured like what’s mental illness

Half a joint and an alani and I promise you I’m ready for anything

“Clap if you think she should suffer” is how all court cases will be decided when I become prime minister

Meet me in the back of the new Ottawa Olive Garden

Dark at 4:35PM

Idk bitch I’m just eating sliced bread

After my Gmail storage reaches 100% full I guess I’ll either learn a trade or just kill myself

And to the Alani I forgot on the oven on my way out. How dare you.

What…? Oh… no I’m just thinking of that time Aretha playfully ruffled Whitney’s wig. You know…

Candy cigarette for breakfast and a knuckle sandwich for lunch

I know it won’t fix everything but I just think I’ll suddenly become fluent in 4 dead languages and be closer to god with a more streamlined nose

Uzbekistan is highkey the capital of Wasia but the cultural seat sits squarely in San Francisco

Sitting still is overrated like what’s that what’s over here??

Currently chudding it up (hanging out in Ottawa) and having the time of my life!!

Enough with AI. Invent pants that don’t explode at the crotch. I am thick thighed and I need HELP

Wearing a beret and a turtleneck so people know I’m an intellectual (I learned how to read recently)

Being 30 and aimless is so wild because why am I considering death or joining the Navy like those are the only two positions hiring right now

*to the tune of drunk in love* I been fartin I been fartin