Big-Girl Face

Alright y'all. I'm putting my big-girl face on for a moment.

If you have an issue with me, AT ME. I ONCE AT TWO FROZEN HOT POCKETS ONCE. I'M RIPPED. Seriously though. Don't be weird. Tell my ugly face. It's heard worse. If you post crap on social media about me, maybe don't because I only check social media like, once a week, so I'm gonna be late for some sly come back. And that'll be embarrassing. For me, and also you, because YO BUHONKUS IS STILL GON GEET BURNT. No probably not I'm not that great with come backs. I'll probably just make some obscure reference to something and you'll probably just be super confused.

Also, adding to that:
Yo. Straight white people. You don't get to decide that Trump being the president-elect isn't a big deal. He's not gonna mess with you. The people he's gonna ruin the lives of are the people who get to decide that. I'd give you a middle finger, but I'm on a computer and I can't do that.
And it's less of what Trump SAYS he'll do, and more what his crazy-a$$ supporters are gonna do. Or what they've already done.
Seriously though, you guys have everything handed to you on a silver spoon. Trump is gonna make that spoon gold for you guys, and he's gonna trade in our plastic utensils for pieces of paper we gotta cut into vague spoon-shapes. So no, maybe don't decide that for us. You already dictate everything else in this world.

Anyway, I might be sick because I have a super scratchy throat and I'm lowkey freaking out??? Like, I don't have time for this????

Also, possibly gonna get a banjo on saturday. Maybe.
I've had my ukulele for like, 4-5 years now. There's only so much you can do.

Okay I'm gonna cut this baby off here.