…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
…random thoughts on September 30th 2025: 1.affirmations by flippa t is my shhheeeeetttt 2.hype me up, hype me uppppppp, hype me up muthafuucckkaaaaaa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 3.i know yall impressed im posting again but i had a bomb ass hair day yesterday and i had a really good rant i neeeeeed to share😚 4.wait wait… i recently was in company of some amazing ass women that had me in full awe. i really enjoyed the space and energy. shout out to them. i see yall!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 5.back to my fuckeries…..ain’t mo way the folks who be carving these statues for icons, legends, athletes and such people…look at the final product and think “i did that” when i look at mt.rushmore, i recognize them folks… they face, match the faces in history books…. but when i view ur icon shenanigans… i feel like u playing with me. there are too many new inventions that can help u on the way. at this point, don’t reveal the final look. Ask us during the process. Yall need to hear “ikyfl, who dat pose to be” not “i see it. maybe a small touch on the eye”. they lying. it’s terrible. at this point, get them ai robotics to do it. 5.i don’t even know why i’m so bothered. ain’t even got nothing to do with me. 6.i ain’t even got any more shenanny thoughts to share cus i have been consumed with that ridiculousness.😑😑😑😑 7.now i gotta fix all this wit a snack. 8.bye😤
thoughts on the 27th of September: 1.perineum sunning is a thing.☹️ 2.for all of yous that are too lazy to look up #1……. it’s letting the sun shine on your sphincter. 3.for the ones who are lazier than the the first set of lazy people, sphincter is your booty exit. it’s letting the sun shine on ur butthole. there’s people out there in the world that got the time to let the the sun shine on their butthole.😑😑 4.i too would like to have that type of time.😩😂😩 5.yall gone laugh, like i be laughing when yall say it, but……im bout to start working out again. shuddup kobe. 6.I don’t like when im doing nothing and folks think that means they can fill my not doing nothing with things to do that usually doesn’t have anything to do with me. yea…..let’s not do that.☺️☺️ 7.the girlfriend is a got damn show….yall should watch that. so good. 🕺🏽🕺🏽 8.i wonder what my dad is doing. prolly golfing 🥲 9.about #5…..imma start on monday. shuddup kobe 🙄 10.i have dropped my screen time on my phone to 17 hours a week. i’m so proud of myself. 🕺🏽🕺🏽
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
February 1st, 2026…….. I’d been dreaming about Lucky Charms for days. Not metaphorically—like, full Technicolor dreams. Marshmallows floating. Milk perfectly cold. Peace, at last…. with my cheat snack. Life had been busy. You know eating healthy, working out, doing family stuff, but finally—finally—I had a moment just for myself. I sat down at the table like it was a sacred ritual. Phone away. World paused. I poured myself a tall glass of ice-cold milk, the kind that fogs the glass a little, and grabbed the box with a quiet sense of victory. This was my time. I tilted the box. The cereal fell in a familiar clatter. I smiled, already tasting it. Then I looked down. No pink hearts. No blue moons. No green clovers. Just oat pieces. Dry. Brown. And then it hit me. All those odd little moments—the culprit lingering in the pantry, the suspicious crunching, the way he’d suddenly appear with innocent eyes and nothing in his hands. He doesn’t even like Lucky Charms, let alone eat it. I stared into the bowl, looking at these cardboard bites with sadness mixed with a karate chop saved for that special nincompoop. Somewhere in my house, a tiny marshmallow bandit that I carried for 35 weeks and 4 days was living his best life, playing 2k with his friends.
……..random thoughts on March 3rd, 2026: 1.why nobody delete the “might delete later” photos🙄 2.sometimes i like to make myself mad and look at the soft leather seats on the alien spaceship in the movie independence day.😒😒 3.i don’t like that being in love with your bed has been renamed to bed rotting . how can they just make something beautiful sound so badddd?🥴🥴 4.someone i love is in love with the limited time hot honey chicken sandwich from mcnasty’s. 🥴🥴 5.i have been having a stare down with 3 loads of clean clothes that i have yet to fold. i feel ashamed until i remind myself that at least they are clean. 😊 6.a lot of times……we are the cause of our own downfall 7.let me go fold these damn clothes. shit. 8.one of my favorite things to do is watch girls beat doodoo heads on COD. my fave is @tommiimichellegames 🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽 9.i also love watching influencers go try restaurants that don’t get a lot of customers and the food be bussin’ and then it’s starts flourishing…. i cry everytime.😩😩😩 10.subtitles please. on everything. #ifykyk 11.yes…….i had the black mullet in high school 😂
……..random thoughts on March 3rd, 2026: 1.why nobody delete the “might delete later” photos🙄 2.sometimes i like to make myself mad and look at the soft leather seats on the alien spaceship in the movie independence day.😒😒 3.i don’t like that being in love with your bed has been renamed to bed rotting . how can they just make something beautiful sound so badddd?🥴🥴 4.someone i love is in love with the limited time hot honey chicken sandwich from mcnasty’s. 🥴🥴 5.i have been having a stare down with 3 loads of clean clothes that i have yet to fold. i feel ashamed until i remind myself that at least they are clean. 😊 6.a lot of times……we are the cause of our own downfall 7.let me go fold these damn clothes. shit. 8.one of my favorite things to do is watch girls beat doodoo heads on COD. my fave is @tommiimichellegames 🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽 9.i also love watching influencers go try restaurants that don’t get a lot of customers and the food be bussin’ and then it’s starts flourishing…. i cry everytime.😩😩😩 10.subtitles please. on everything. #ifykyk 11.yes…….i had the black mullet in high school 😂
……..random thoughts on March 3rd, 2026: 1.why nobody delete the “might delete later” photos🙄 2.sometimes i like to make myself mad and look at the soft leather seats on the alien spaceship in the movie independence day.😒😒 3.i don’t like that being in love with your bed has been renamed to bed rotting . how can they just make something beautiful sound so badddd?🥴🥴 4.someone i love is in love with the limited time hot honey chicken sandwich from mcnasty’s. 🥴🥴 5.i have been having a stare down with 3 loads of clean clothes that i have yet to fold. i feel ashamed until i remind myself that at least they are clean. 😊 6.a lot of times……we are the cause of our own downfall 7.let me go fold these damn clothes. shit. 8.one of my favorite things to do is watch girls beat doodoo heads on COD. my fave is @tommiimichellegames 🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽 9.i also love watching influencers go try restaurants that don’t get a lot of customers and the food be bussin’ and then it’s starts flourishing…. i cry everytime.😩😩😩 10.subtitles please. on everything. #ifykyk 11.yes…….i had the black mullet in high school 😂
