Billie Eilish’s Birds of a Feather is the best song that does absolutely nothing for me.

Kendrick sweeping was genuinely surprising and hilarious.

My stream started buffering about the instant Charlie XCX started talking about her underwear.

I genuinely don’t have the words for the near constant existential crisis I have been having since the election.

No worries man. I miss the NW quite a bit though. Georgia ain’t it.

I’ve been down in GA for almost 3 years. Luckily though I should be headed to New England in the summer.

This one of those songs that I listen to in awe of whenever it crosses my ears.

One episode of The Traitors later and now I am mad. Good television though.

Guess it’s time to give Balatro a try.