went to at a party on the weekend and the host made me play gbesoke by salute three times in a row

so glad i have clinical depression so i can do things like run at night

pregaming ade by going to berlin for a week before because i want to see how fried i can really get

toronto isn’t a real place because why is the new acronym for fare inspectors poo for provincial offences officers

whoever scheduled this work meeting at 3pm on a friday wants me to kill myself

my little sister asked me to help plan her wedding tonight like i’m not in a weird emotionally unavailable situationship with a drug dealer

instead of sending you up texts when i’m drunk this is what i send

nothing can stop me from pulling up to the rave

performative hot dog eaters wouldn’t understand this

this is how men who work blue collared jobs say good morning

finishing my martini at the bar while not mike bibby is nuking the toilet

ordered a beer and the bartender gave it to not mike bibby instead of me

how did i get home at 3 am

i can’t believe my situationship just got bodied by jefeee 🫶 irl

what is stopping me from going full bonkers insane this weekend

jefeee came to toronto to try and ruin my life

toronto burner trifecta

not going to the club because i want to sit down i’m washed