didn’t pilot the EVA all week

(i might just wait until 30…i think i’ve skated enough in my 20s)

And Just Like That…

has finally ended

(thank god)

i have no idea

what the fuck

warped

geriatric

ultra rich

WASPY

and

BORING

version of

NYC

(AND VIRGINIA)

that was

but

"i don't know her"

(emotionally...i’ve moved from rage to peaceful acceptance)

you had

3 WHOLE SEASONS

to make something

"watchable"

(at this rate Big was going to come back as an asexual zombie)

so

it was

“inaccurate”

to say the least

(not once did Carrie order UberEats and masturbate)

also

i wasn't in it

(WHOMP WHOMP)

Netflix

read me

FOR FILTH

and said

“Lazy Day Comfort Binge”

then recommended me

Radio

(the algorithm never lies)

i had never seen it

(with like my adult autistic brain)

until saturday morning

and i think they might have been right in

Tropic Thunder

there are moments where i’m like

“i’m barely allowed to do that”

(all while having a 196 RAADS-R score)

Cuba Gooding Jr’s

inner monologue

must have been one for the books

Cuba Gooding Jr:

*internally

“you cock suckers are never going to be able to call me poor again”

Director:

“ACTION”

Cuba Gooding Jr:

*starts violently shaking

been playing

REMATCH

and

THE FINALS

a bunch

(getting better at both…both are crazy fun)

haven’t been doing much

but

whacking it

(you can send me "material")

and

thinking too hard

(making sure i’m not going crazy)

i have a lot of

“decisions”

to make

(how did i get here)

i truly don’t know

what the fuck

is going on

but i am

thankful

so

NONES O’ MEDIA

(sowwy…last week was heavy and sunday took a lot)

y’all almost got

Balls of Fury

(you still might)

but my heart wasn’t in it

SO

INSTEAD

ENJOY THIS SELFIE

(have fun whacking it)

SEE YOU SUNDAY 😘

(she’s a thiccum) ☢︎