i, june, just came back from the writing gym.
i'm motherfuckin swole.
this is why
i don't have a husband.
they say they're gonna revolutionize the watch.
AI slop, I say.
so he's better than the arts
because he doesn't love at all.
eating peanuts for peanuts.
killing cara at the karaoke.
feeling ok
at a gokon.
miss cute face av.
can anyone resist?
june can.
cute isn't everything.
we can he do without other people?
nothing.
but he's the genius, apparently.
art provokes, bitch.
oh, a meeting.
gonna discuss productivitittitty.
together, we're uniquely untalented.
climb on.
my bestie, jane, only likes poetry.
not full on texts.
and her live-in boyfriend
hates happy endings.
that's the way things are.
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