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We officially have a therapist. Dude… we sooooo deserve another Nordstrom spree.

Totally random, but my biological mother is literally my best friend. “Cow,” &… “Tramp:” Those are our respective names lol. Me: “Where you at, cow?” Her: “Where you been, Tramp?” My Mom is like… ugh, she’s perfect 💕. But my biological mother? that’s my fuckin’ dawg 💙🕷️.

Change of plans: My mother called me, sobbing. Her cat, Otis, attacked her… badly. So… we get to drive across town &… dude… I totally might have to hurt him. ugh… & my first therapy sesh is tomorrow.

I haven’t eaten since last night. So, we totally have to fix that soon. Dude & I’m starving, & tomorrow… therapy. I’m totally nervous about that & that’s fine. But, we’re gonna eat soon… bc self care 🙄, “Be nice to yourself, even if you don’t want to.”

Self care update: Umm… idk what I’ll have with these, but dude, I like… ugh… I really like lamb. & steak is cool, but… lamb, ugh… duuude. & we have to start cooking regularly again. I rubbed em down with Italian seasoning… & tossed em in the fridge for later this week.

Ok… so we need our 9 hours of sleep. & we write midnight.

Duuuude, so tea on an empty stomach… that’s ummm… ugh, idk if that’s smart. I’m really hungry… & moody… so… yea.

Meeting… ugh… sobriety is… nvm. I really want coffee… but, umm… “Darling, this is chamomile tea.” It’s actually peppermint… but… yea… new habits. So… yea… 🙂

i was born in the 90s, you can send me as many paragraphs as you want

INT. PROTAGONISTS’ LOUNGE - DAY *Maverick is leaning into his vanity, BLOTTING HIS LIPGLOSS… ugh… so prissy* BYRON (O.S.) Aye, homie… *Byron approaches, HE’S GRINNING LIKE A WOLF… flirting… what the fuck is he up to?* BYRON (cont) You heard the rumor? MAVERICK (still blotting) Unh-unh… BYRON Them broads from up the way say you gay… MAVERICK Who? Them over there? (giggling) They don’t even know they daddies, son. *Byron makes a Scooby-Doo face… ¿arf? * BYRON Fuck that 'posed to mean? MAVERICK Byron, Byron, Byron… *Maverick STOPS BLOTTING… he sizes Bryon up… then he FIXES BYRON’S COLLAR… gently… damn near paternally.* MAVERICK (cont) Ain’t a fatherless bitch on earth that can tell me a thing about manhood, baby. And- *KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK…. shit… that was the door… hmmm… who could that be?* KRIS (O.S.) Maverick? Baby, you in there? Isiah says we’re up next… MAVERICK You’re a strong character, Byron. (clearing his throat) You kinda remind me of my pops and shit… *KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK… Maverick sighs… ugh… whatever’s on the other side of that door… he dreads it… Maverick pulls himself together… then… HE WINKS AT BYRON* MAVERICK Peace, God.

What would happen if Elon decides to shut down twitter tomorrow?

Biggie smalls when he sees a baddie: