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After the past week, I haven’t been able to get much sleep— Until what was supposed to be last night. I found myself in Seattle, waiting out Boston’s snowstorm so I can fly home, still operating on east coast time and yet still managed to go to bed far past an hour I should have (Sinners is great, by the way.) I reveled in the opportunity to sleep in. Self-care has always been more of an interest rather than a passion for me. This week, in between late club sets and early flights, ground-shifting moments in my and my friends and family’s lives, growingly sick incidents across the country and world, and an evening of food poisoning from my favorite ramen shop thrown in the midst of all of it, I was exhausted in more ways than ten. So early this morning, as I sat up on my knees in bed and looked down at the way my hotel’s blackout curtains had failed me— Incredibly precisely— I strung together a very colorful sentence of certain words I’m saving only for my HBO special. But this is so typical of life, to an obnoxious extent. Each time I’ve given into the exhaustion, and lay in my own self-inflated pool to drown, the sun always finds me, given time, and blinds me into motion again. I’m comparing life to lightness and darkness! Are you picking that up? Unheard of! But this is sort of more my point: One thing I’ve been learning against my will— The light is so massively, hilariously bigger, it will knock you over every time, even when you don’t want it to. The light does not know how to read a room. The light double-texts. The light autoplays Mumford & Sons after reaching the end of a Deftones playlist. It reminds me of something I’ve told myself for years, which is that grey skies are hiding a beautiful day behind them, not ever the other way around. I hope you feel a molecule of unsolicited light today. I hope it pisses the shit out of you too, cause it means you gotta get up. I’ve put on my story to a guide to how you can call your representatives to help make a difference to defund ICE and to assist our brothers and sisters in Minneapolis and across the country now. Also, congratulations Seahawks, and my condolences in advance.
After the past week, I haven’t been able to get much sleep— Until what was supposed to be last night. I found myself in Seattle, waiting out Boston’s snowstorm so I can fly home, still operating on east coast time and yet still managed to go to bed far past an hour I should have (Sinners is great, by the way.) I reveled in the opportunity to sleep in. Self-care has always been more of an interest rather than a passion for me. This week, in between late club sets and early flights, ground-shifting moments in my and my friends and family’s lives, growingly sick incidents across the country and world, and an evening of food poisoning from my favorite ramen shop thrown in the midst of all of it, I was exhausted in more ways than ten. So early this morning, as I sat up on my knees in bed and looked down at the way my hotel’s blackout curtains had failed me— Incredibly precisely— I strung together a very colorful sentence of certain words I’m saving only for my HBO special. But this is so typical of life, to an obnoxious extent. Each time I’ve given into the exhaustion, and lay in my own self-inflated pool to drown, the sun always finds me, given time, and blinds me into motion again. I’m comparing life to lightness and darkness! Are you picking that up? Unheard of! But this is sort of more my point: One thing I’ve been learning against my will— The light is so massively, hilariously bigger, it will knock you over every time, even when you don’t want it to. The light does not know how to read a room. The light double-texts. The light autoplays Mumford & Sons after reaching the end of a Deftones playlist. It reminds me of something I’ve told myself for years, which is that grey skies are hiding a beautiful day behind them, not ever the other way around. I hope you feel a molecule of unsolicited light today. I hope it pisses the shit out of you too, cause it means you gotta get up. I’ve put on my story to a guide to how you can call your representatives to help make a difference to defund ICE and to assist our brothers and sisters in Minneapolis and across the country now. Also, congratulations Seahawks, and my condolences in advance.
After the past week, I haven’t been able to get much sleep— Until what was supposed to be last night. I found myself in Seattle, waiting out Boston’s snowstorm so I can fly home, still operating on east coast time and yet still managed to go to bed far past an hour I should have (Sinners is great, by the way.) I reveled in the opportunity to sleep in. Self-care has always been more of an interest rather than a passion for me. This week, in between late club sets and early flights, ground-shifting moments in my and my friends and family’s lives, growingly sick incidents across the country and world, and an evening of food poisoning from my favorite ramen shop thrown in the midst of all of it, I was exhausted in more ways than ten. So early this morning, as I sat up on my knees in bed and looked down at the way my hotel’s blackout curtains had failed me— Incredibly precisely— I strung together a very colorful sentence of certain words I’m saving only for my HBO special. But this is so typical of life, to an obnoxious extent. Each time I’ve given into the exhaustion, and lay in my own self-inflated pool to drown, the sun always finds me, given time, and blinds me into motion again. I’m comparing life to lightness and darkness! Are you picking that up? Unheard of! But this is sort of more my point: One thing I’ve been learning against my will— The light is so massively, hilariously bigger, it will knock you over every time, even when you don’t want it to. The light does not know how to read a room. The light double-texts. The light autoplays Mumford & Sons after reaching the end of a Deftones playlist. It reminds me of something I’ve told myself for years, which is that grey skies are hiding a beautiful day behind them, not ever the other way around. I hope you feel a molecule of unsolicited light today. I hope it pisses the shit out of you too, cause it means you gotta get up. I’ve put on my story to a guide to how you can call your representatives to help make a difference to defund ICE and to assist our brothers and sisters in Minneapolis and across the country now. Also, congratulations Seahawks, and my condolences in advance.
After the past week, I haven’t been able to get much sleep— Until what was supposed to be last night. I found myself in Seattle, waiting out Boston’s snowstorm so I can fly home, still operating on east coast time and yet still managed to go to bed far past an hour I should have (Sinners is great, by the way.) I reveled in the opportunity to sleep in. Self-care has always been more of an interest rather than a passion for me. This week, in between late club sets and early flights, ground-shifting moments in my and my friends and family’s lives, growingly sick incidents across the country and world, and an evening of food poisoning from my favorite ramen shop thrown in the midst of all of it, I was exhausted in more ways than ten. So early this morning, as I sat up on my knees in bed and looked down at the way my hotel’s blackout curtains had failed me— Incredibly precisely— I strung together a very colorful sentence of certain words I’m saving only for my HBO special. But this is so typical of life, to an obnoxious extent. Each time I’ve given into the exhaustion, and lay in my own self-inflated pool to drown, the sun always finds me, given time, and blinds me into motion again. I’m comparing life to lightness and darkness! Are you picking that up? Unheard of! But this is sort of more my point: One thing I’ve been learning against my will— The light is so massively, hilariously bigger, it will knock you over every time, even when you don’t want it to. The light does not know how to read a room. The light double-texts. The light autoplays Mumford & Sons after reaching the end of a Deftones playlist. It reminds me of something I’ve told myself for years, which is that grey skies are hiding a beautiful day behind them, not ever the other way around. I hope you feel a molecule of unsolicited light today. I hope it pisses the shit out of you too, cause it means you gotta get up. I’ve put on my story to a guide to how you can call your representatives to help make a difference to defund ICE and to assist our brothers and sisters in Minneapolis and across the country now. Also, congratulations Seahawks, and my condolences in advance.
After the past week, I haven’t been able to get much sleep— Until what was supposed to be last night. I found myself in Seattle, waiting out Boston’s snowstorm so I can fly home, still operating on east coast time and yet still managed to go to bed far past an hour I should have (Sinners is great, by the way.) I reveled in the opportunity to sleep in. Self-care has always been more of an interest rather than a passion for me. This week, in between late club sets and early flights, ground-shifting moments in my and my friends and family’s lives, growingly sick incidents across the country and world, and an evening of food poisoning from my favorite ramen shop thrown in the midst of all of it, I was exhausted in more ways than ten. So early this morning, as I sat up on my knees in bed and looked down at the way my hotel’s blackout curtains had failed me— Incredibly precisely— I strung together a very colorful sentence of certain words I’m saving only for my HBO special. But this is so typical of life, to an obnoxious extent. Each time I’ve given into the exhaustion, and lay in my own self-inflated pool to drown, the sun always finds me, given time, and blinds me into motion again. I’m comparing life to lightness and darkness! Are you picking that up? Unheard of! But this is sort of more my point: One thing I’ve been learning against my will— The light is so massively, hilariously bigger, it will knock you over every time, even when you don’t want it to. The light does not know how to read a room. The light double-texts. The light autoplays Mumford & Sons after reaching the end of a Deftones playlist. It reminds me of something I’ve told myself for years, which is that grey skies are hiding a beautiful day behind them, not ever the other way around. I hope you feel a molecule of unsolicited light today. I hope it pisses the shit out of you too, cause it means you gotta get up. I’ve put on my story to a guide to how you can call your representatives to help make a difference to defund ICE and to assist our brothers and sisters in Minneapolis and across the country now. Also, congratulations Seahawks, and my condolences in advance.
After the past week, I haven’t been able to get much sleep— Until what was supposed to be last night. I found myself in Seattle, waiting out Boston’s snowstorm so I can fly home, still operating on east coast time and yet still managed to go to bed far past an hour I should have (Sinners is great, by the way.) I reveled in the opportunity to sleep in. Self-care has always been more of an interest rather than a passion for me. This week, in between late club sets and early flights, ground-shifting moments in my and my friends and family’s lives, growingly sick incidents across the country and world, and an evening of food poisoning from my favorite ramen shop thrown in the midst of all of it, I was exhausted in more ways than ten. So early this morning, as I sat up on my knees in bed and looked down at the way my hotel’s blackout curtains had failed me— Incredibly precisely— I strung together a very colorful sentence of certain words I’m saving only for my HBO special. But this is so typical of life, to an obnoxious extent. Each time I’ve given into the exhaustion, and lay in my own self-inflated pool to drown, the sun always finds me, given time, and blinds me into motion again. I’m comparing life to lightness and darkness! Are you picking that up? Unheard of! But this is sort of more my point: One thing I’ve been learning against my will— The light is so massively, hilariously bigger, it will knock you over every time, even when you don’t want it to. The light does not know how to read a room. The light double-texts. The light autoplays Mumford & Sons after reaching the end of a Deftones playlist. It reminds me of something I’ve told myself for years, which is that grey skies are hiding a beautiful day behind them, not ever the other way around. I hope you feel a molecule of unsolicited light today. I hope it pisses the shit out of you too, cause it means you gotta get up. I’ve put on my story to a guide to how you can call your representatives to help make a difference to defund ICE and to assist our brothers and sisters in Minneapolis and across the country now. Also, congratulations Seahawks, and my condolences in advance.
I love aging!
I love aging!
I love aging!
I love aging!
I love aging!
One man’s nose is another man’s fetish 👃 Tina Friml is on SOTS today 3pm PST! #foryou #explore #viral #standupcomedy
We’re more of a cautionary tale than anything 🎤 I’m on the latest episode of @standupots with @jeremiahstandup – On YT now!! Shot is St. Louis at @flyovercomedy
HOBOKEN, ANN ARBOR, SEATTLE, CHICAGO! Tickets are in my bio. DENVER – Stay tuned for ticket release!! ❤️ Comment below and I’ll DM you. Photo: @mushisira
I just signed up for ‘Clear’ at airport security, and so I gotta get my money’s worth. Tickets as always can be found in my bio, on the club’s website, and at Tinafriml.com 🎤 Venues: @laughscomedyseattle @a2comedy @denvercomedyunderground @yardbirdcomedy @zanieschicago #standupcomedy #comedytour #tinafriml #denver #annarbormi
I just signed up for ‘Clear’ at airport security, and so I gotta get my money’s worth. Tickets as always can be found in my bio, on the club’s website, and at Tinafriml.com 🎤 Venues: @laughscomedyseattle @a2comedy @denvercomedyunderground @yardbirdcomedy @zanieschicago #standupcomedy #comedytour #tinafriml #denver #annarbormi
THIS Friday 🔥 We’re doing a cozy little show at @sf_sketchfest! Huge! And a serious treat to co-headline with @martinurbanojr, who still to this day has the funniest late night set I’ve ever seen, when he was on Kimmel. 🎟️ in bio!
Tell your dad— He’ll love this! SAN FRANCISCO | 1.30 @sf_sketchfest ANN ARBOR, MI | 3.6-3.7 @a2comedy SEATTLE | 3.13-3.14 @laughscomedyseattle CHICAGO | 4.3-4.5 @zanieschicago Tickets in my bio and on TINAFRIML.COM
Chicago! Tickets are in my Beacon link! FIVE standup shows and I need help packing these out! x🔥😜 @zanieschicago
