Omg

Im sick of final episodes having so much packed into it

Oof being go go speed racer as an interrogation technique is a choice

Well that escalated quickly

Starting pantheon

Honestly are we the most iconic sign? Prolly!

I feel soft as fuck man. 4% sour got me hot as hell and ready to take my shirt off

Not drinking is 10/10 but the part of it that makes your tolerance non existent make me feel vulnerable as hell. Tasted a beer and now I’m warm, it kinda feel the same way as not being able to do a pull up, just weak and susceptible to being preyed on. It’s embarrassing a lil

Now this next year is a lesson in “what would you do if you had more time” which likely means my brain at some point will pick “SAD” bc she simply has the time to blow on something like that, which won’t be fun but a whole lotta other fun stuff will come too hopefully

The last year has given me ample opportunity to test my “can’t be sad if it’s shit to do” theory and in conclusion being busy as hell is absolutely a solve for mental illness.

I ain’t been heartbroken, crying to blonde in a while. Time to get SAD and sob

I can’t tell if me finding beyobce attractive in the 🫳🏿way since that hand bodysuit has more to do with her getting finer or she being in the age range I broadly am susceptible to or both

Love learning who is in a relationship for the holidays. Love it so bad

I’m gonna start chronicling my midwestern journeys here.

It was a Tesla so yes

Red onions so fucking attention seeking

I am not a height where I’m ever comfortable with my head having low clearance especially in cars, why is my ponytail kissing the roof of your vehicle?

Lots of people who said we didn’t belong in the playoffs last year solving differential equations to justify why they deserve shot. I wish them all the absolute worst

Would’ve had that man and his bouffant painting the snow red with coogi sweater fragments strung up like tinsel after he tried to hand me his card

Revisiting the Santa Clause and if it’s me the movie ending in the first 20 min. Fuck you mean your new nigga in your ear telling you to revoke my custody because I told my shorty Santa is real. Imagine nobody losing a tooth over that.

The crisp in the air make the cream call to me like the goblin mask

And I’m ahead of schedule.
Tates done
Mac and cheese done
Cornbread done
Coconut Corn risotto done
Saffron corn crème anglaise done
Cran Pom glaze for duck done
Cuke tomate salad done
Shallots pickling
Sear on duck done and will finish in oven closer to dinner

Yuhhhhhh.

It’s the day before the championship for cooking niggas today. Just wrote up my prep list, put in the order for pick up. Gonna make the prep playlist for today and write out the rest for tomorrow. It’s time.

Yet another app for the friendship. Hope this one is less chaotic

I wanna go to the bar walking distance from home to watch the game but I feel kinda ashamed asking someone to put it on the tv in public. Hard to be associated with that kinda behavior in public

A bald spot that Costanza would envy and a dangly earring is nuts

Don’t worry bubba, I’m getting my midwestern dreams, I’m tired of the snowless ass bozos

Anyway about to do a wash and go and it’s snowing and I know for a fact it’s gon be at least 6 pneumonias being hurled at me

While as an adult I broadly try to keep my relationship with making mistakes or doing the wrong thing at the level of natural consequences because all that shame and guilt and “being in trouble” is not for me, I love the thrill of knowingly doing something that’s gonna get me fussed at