Writing music today

been yearning all day to show Instagram my composing idiocy... due to the shutdown I must reveal myself to you, Twitter.com .... my last friend in this desert hellscape ! Cackle along with me at the note below:

If you’re pregnant and you say “baby” (i. e. “Baby is about the size of a Brussels sprout”) instead of “My baby” or “Our baby” or “The baby”.... You owe me fees !!!! Cut it out! Claim your baby! Idk whose baby ur sizing up ma’am!

.... the details of an online friend’s pregnancy unceremoniously hurled @ me.... Your baby is the size of a peanut? Sounds like a weak baby to me

At the piano this morning

In no universe, timeline, society, or planet will I want to know what size your fetus is as compared to a vegetable

Another announcement: Shrill on Hulu=🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨 HAMMER OF TRUTH

this is my FRIEND let her help YOU

Drinking my second beer after a grueling 4.5 hour work day

This teapioca commercial ..... moves me

.... tired of YOUR SHIT

Studying peafowl voraciously

If u listen to ska music. you hate your mother.

Good morning sinners

ur trauma is that people called u a “Butterface” in high school? Next time think about the thousands of us (millions?) who never got the chance to be a “Btterface”.... because of our equally horrifying bodies- our monstrous, sickly, deformed bodies... it really makes you think

Wow after 2 weeks of a new phone and NOT REMEMBERING MY PASSWORD TO THIS SACRED TWITTER ACCOUNT I'm happy to say I'm back and more quonked than ever, WhADuP Twitter!!!