you paid for this: hanging out with a slimeball
in which I had one of the weirdest nights of my life
in which I had one of the weirdest nights of my life
I come bearing eggs and young queer romance
come along as I neg The Egg
in fifth grade we sang "where have all the flowers gone" and some parents complained because it was an anti-war song
including the vibe of this newsletter, when I'm sending it, and what I read this month
time for some smut, kinda