i can't stop making little plans
or like, letting people make plans for me
[If Taylor Swift can drop the words "sexy baby" into a song, I can drop my Friday night ramblings into my newsletter. You can tell I’m spiraling because there are more parentheticals than periods in the below.]
Respectfully (to whom?), I (barely) reach every single Friday with the same thought: lol that was rough. (Even in my head I have to add an lol to…
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