My Cardboard Balcony

Damn. So. Yeah, we got a house! Arden and I will be in the process of moving over the next couple of weeks, so I'll be pretty swamped. Meanwhile, I'ma be listening to Christmas music and drinking a lot of hot cocoa. It's 2020, people. I gotta indulge in the holidays, lest I go utterly mad. Also, chocolate custard pie is, and remains, the breakfast of champions. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Storytime With Patrick by Belinda Roddie Watch me do my best drunk white girl impression: Drinking Bailey's from a brown paper bag, grinding on a university crush in red lipped rage, losing her fishnets simultaneously with her mind. Pay no attention to the stale aroma in the hallway, and always question just what is up with compulsive lying bitches named Mallory.

Boop by Belinda Roddie Why boop a nose when you can boop someone's head?