Big fan of “I could get killed for telling you this.” “You can get killed walkin’ your doggy”

Just so we’re clear, I am the #GestatingGymRat waiting to be born, not a Gym Rat who is with child. Hope that helps

That means I packed and transported expired cocktail sauce in case we needed it. How much shrimp cocktail did I think we were going to eat? What kind of life was I preparing for? Anyways, I’m getting checked for ADHD later this month, which is probably a good thing.

“This cooky centimillionaire has been turning heads in Silicon Valley by constructing a phylactery vault deep under Alcatraz.” The New York Times next week.

The second-worst person is Sam Wainwright because his vibes are absolutely cursed. The Donkey Call is egregious. Also, he’s calling Mary while canoodling with some other girl in New York. Some* call him cinema’s first fuckboi.

*It’s me. I call him cinema’s first fuckboi.

Tom is the worst person in that movie. George is putting his own money in people’s palms to get them through the week, and Tom wants to come in here talking about $242? During the Depression? A blight on society.

I really wish there was a different measurement for where I’m staying. This was supposed to be a maybe sweet/maybe funny lil holiday message and now I’m just thinking about “Kryptonite”