Darwin didn’t predict the blorb phase

Gardening? I planted myself in bed

“That outfit didn’t survive the hour.”

Bathroom? Nah, this Lyle’s octagon

Sand, sun, and stunning self-contradictions

“Photo store? You mean Instagram?”

just washed the dishes… and myself

seed ya later

purrfectly placed sabotage

caught red-seated

mind racing, no pit stops

my lipgloss be pspei, my mood be spurt

game, set, scratch

rock solid parenting right there

dark lord of brunch

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