An average day.

|| one singular.

Sometimes you just have to slap your own ass in admiration.

|| you can tell I'm slowly becoming a shitposting account

Sniffles. Sniffles- Sneeze! "Buh.."

Is she getting sick..? Ugh.

Ugh. Well, at least her companies can function without her for a day. She settles into her bed with a sniffle, a box of tissues nearby. Stupid cold.

|| Aight twitter you can give me back the people I'm following now, shit ain't locked no more

Legs for days, but they're also too busy doing better things than being used for ogling.

She studies her pen. Click. Click. Perhaps she should get a version that uncaps instead of clicking. That might be more pleasant. What's the difference between a high end pen and a low end pen, anyway?

|| I've been absorbed in a way to make money through commissions. This sounds scammer-y but I'm actually learning a whole new program and putting in like stupid amounts of time to do it right, god help me

Y'see, despite the slight compulsion to wear a maid dress, she's not going to demean herself like that.

She's offering her hand. Show reverence.

A rare sight, the heiress dressed down and drinking quietly at a bar. The way she holds herself probably gives something away about her background, but she's sipping at a fruity drink idly. Sometimes you just want to drink, outside of your own place.

Scrolling through her phone. She's reorganized her companies a bit. Now she has more free time, at least.

... Sneaks a few sweets.

That's a drawn out yawn. She seems a bit aimless without a relentless work schedule.. Does she have to take up a hobby? .. Hm. Couldn't hurt.

|| Oh, I actually found a surprisingly fitting song for Selena. Fuckin nice

|| Man, I both miss this account and don't. Mmmmaybe I'll write with one or two people..

Raise your hand if you think you'd actually get called by Selena for something.