That cat ain't look right. It's a cain't.
Lemminary
I was born cynical but him making a fuss has other motives but I'm not that clever. Is he trying to become a martyr? He spends thousands per moth, he can afford another set, no? He has hidden money everywhere.
Maybe, although I personally don't get that at all. Then again I'm not exactly a misogynist and do enjoy drag... Maybe I do want to see Elon in legit* drag after all. And I do mean something legit--not the diarrhea of frat bro tropes he'd inevitably lean into.
Can we get a fanfic going about Elon's secret drag performance addiction instead of ketamine? I'd probably read it, but I'd also be glad it exists.
Musty, Felon
Impeccable toad body. *wolf-whistle* 🥵
Whoa! Interesting. Thank you for following through with the story. I saw your message below. Totally worth it. The book I'm currently reading mentions the Red Scare quite a bit, so reading this is even more spooky considering today's political climate.
It wouldn't have changed my stance. A follow-up message would've pressured me to let them down easy seeing they were still interested, but their silence felt indifferent.
It's a button to say: "You're wrong, I don't care what you have to say, LA LA LA LA SHUT UP"
Idk, my downvotes mean "ugh".
My cat will knead and then perch herself on my stomach. But don't I dare lay a finger on her or she'll move to the chair. 🤷♂️
All I'm hearing is that I need to chug down this tub of lard and get some sleep. Peace, y'all. I'll be incredibly gorgeous by next week.
Just finished The Bell Jar by the talented Sylvia Plath. Her imagery is beautiful. It's a an autobiographical roman à clef with dark themes of her struggling with bipolar disorder/depression. And the only book she wore before taking her life when the love of her life left her for another woman.