Yap sesh

I’m in my mums car on a long road trip cause we’re going to an amusement park. Yeah I’m exited to ride rollercoasters, but it’s six hours away, and i get constant complaints for my alleged ‘manspreading’. I BARELY TAKE UP ANY SPACE!!!!!! Like dudes calm down. I’m glad i brought my headphones, honestly would not survive without them.

I low-key haven’t slept at all so i’m fuelled off Of Montreal and spite towards my brother. I actually can’t stand my brother sometimes, he’s constantly trying to get attention, he pushes past people without shame, he’s sensitive, and he’s genuinely an unlikable person at times.

I got a haircut yesterday and tricked my friends that i buzzed it all off (I didn’t). I remember when i tricked my friend into believing that Timothee Chalamet likes inflation, they’re still falling for it. I feel like a master manipulator every time, that’s quite silly of me though. I still like the feeling of getting away with lying.

I really want a dr pepper right now, or a slushy. I hope you guys imagine my laying on a couch and talking to you guys when i write this, twirling the telephone cable. I discovered my love for cuffed jeans a couple of days ago. I bought a pair of jeans that were a bit to long, so i cuffed them. Jegus. I have been unstoppable since. I’m spreading the gospel of cuffed jeans. Cuff your jeans individual who is reading this.

Alright, that’s all from me.

Citrus Imp out.