🍦 Cartman, Ice Cream, and Existential Dread

🍦 Cartman, Ice Cream, and Existential Dread

Hi ghouls 👁️
Just checking in to say:
I'm currently on a full-blown South Park marathon while shoveling ungodly amounts of ice cream into my face. Like, I’ve reached the “is this self-care or self-destruction?” stage. And I’m fine with that.

I’ve rewatched so many episodes that I now have Cartman’s voice permanently echoing in my brain. (Send help. Or more episodes. Or maybe some garlic to exorcise him out.)

🍨 Flavor of choice?
Some weird mix of strawberry+ coconut + regret. Very horror-core.

Also:

• I almost took a nap on the floor today. No regrets.

• I tried to draw something for my blog logo and accidentally summoned a cursed doodle instead.

• My hair is still blue, but I keep staring at pictures of red or purple dye like I’m about to commit something dramatic.

Thinking about watching a horror movie later but my brain is stuck in South Park-land. 

Anyway, that’s the vibe.
Thanks for coming to my nonsense.

Stay spooky, eat ice cream, and don't trust any dolls, mirrors, or antique music boxes.🖤
— Frankie 🕷️