To most, Tuesday, Nov. 22nd will be forever known as “Black Tuesday,” after the UCSB men’s soccer team’s 3-2 loss at Northridge. But to the ‘human, the 22nd will forever be known as the day I was refused service at Starbucks for the nature of my genitalia.
Wednesday’s forecast: Apparently, when they ask you room for cream, it’s actually a question, not an invitation.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
