Sorry gals, but I'm well into my internet golden years. All I do these days is sit on my rocking chair on the front porch, knit sweaters for my cats, and gossip about who's biggest feg among you. Like, I'm digging to the bottom of my purse right now— I found a butterscotch candy but otherwise, nope, zero fucks.
Can't even hold a controller anymore.
(Dat Candy Crush doe)