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I stayed up all night after a party writhing around, yelling at satellites and their signals and why I can’t text or call anyone, and the only number that does text me on time on the dot is the Chase bank to tell me my balance is under $50, yeah, you guys don’t penalize me, I don’t really care, I know what I’m doing, I’m the one that’s hungry.
Today is going to be a really good day, I decided to be all white.
All right.

