sunday scaries: horsin' around

whoever named the grapefruit when there was already a fruit named grape.......incompetent legend. i wish we could hang out

nothing to really kick the sunday scaries like finishing bojack horseman for the first time. i may be a decade late to the party but only losers are not fashionably late…is something i say since i am not the queen of genovia (yet). this year has probably been the hardest of my life but i have survived…long enough to hear tayla swiff sing a perfect mashup so c’est la vie etc etc. life’s a bitch and then you die but sometimes life’s a bitch and you keep living. but enough of the trivial qualms of someone who finally perfected their baked chicken and okra rice recipe and let’s get into what really matters this week:

for people whose succession is young sheldon, two contestants from this season of dancing with the stars are having their version of a kendrick v drake style beef but instead of pointed songs, they are firing off lip syncing tiktoks about who is winning their ¿fake? breakup. they still have very real matching tattoos so i fear the show is not the only thing they are losing… bu…