this tree is hard to describe, it has a certain…je ne sequoia

updated the titles, descriptions and images for all of my playlists and i feel so put together (my laundry needs folded and the dishes need done)

cackling at every old fart on cnn grasping at straws trying to understand anything the deep fried gen z pop edits of kamala are saying

my older clientele all in chartreuse tn and they (the ladies specifically) all keep yelling “BRAT SUMMER” across the bar

made a slutty lil summer pop playlist heavy on the ovulation beats if anyone cares

what if airpods had tongues and they started licking the inside of ur ears to indicate they’re low on battery

u can’t gaslight me but i could be convinced otherwise

2 gin martinis stirred dry but can you give it a little rinse of the sweat dripping off your brow with a lemon twist please (it’s been years since i’ve worked in a bar with real air conditioning)

i can feel a chop and dye coming on…

no girl ever wants to dance with a fool who went and ripped her pants

she butter on my nut til i squash it out on the remix

tell my why i get my nips pierced and i immediately wanna whip them out to show ppl what they look like wherever i go

vienna billy joel and in the middle jimmy eat world are basically the same song

unloading all my thoughts on to new coworkers…

all it really took was one good friend and a long year

weed pen + regular vape = digital spliff