The day that we injected food coloring into fertile eggs at work to make rainbow chicks. Then a coworker stamped my hand with ink that turned out to be permanent.
I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore
I had a panic attack yesterday night and went out at 3am in the morning, drove to the sea and slept in the car. I woke up to this.
*talking to myself as I wobble up the stairs* , you are sober and in control of the situation
if you didn’t leave a handprint on the booty then did you really smack it