She had to have been about 98 pounds— “See,” I thought to myself, even letting my right hand point out the window at the woman I fawned at; “She got a Mercedes.” Not that I had ever really wanted a Mercedes, as my mother had always driven them and even compared to such as a Lexus or Cadillac, the quality, at least to me, of any of the Mercedes Benz I had driven were inferior—but, assuming that as with most women who drove Mercedes that at least I had met

Beyonce Follows Noone.

Some Vogue Ishh.

Beep Boop.

Goddammit! You son of a bitch She won't watch it I bet she will They know I will He knows I am! I am! Oh, there we go—it's on Get off me! Goddammit, Dillon Francis! I hate you. I hate you BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK–WHEN TO THE WYNN!! Right—! Wait—- Not yet— I know the code. Oh she– she knows what the code is. What did I put it in? I get it, I get it, it's— Not now, then! Not then, now!

*squints* Who is that? Someone. Who is she? Her. I know her… You should. Is that the one I sent? Finally.

{Enter The Multiverse}

{Enter The Multiverse}

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*** I'll be your best friend, I'll be your best friend Tonight I'll be your best friend, I'll be your best friend, Tonight i'll be your best friend, I'll be your best friend, Tonight Baby, I saw you dancing for me Out of the corner of my eye And I know you saw me dancing for you, Just the other night Now baby, come a little closer to me You can feel my vibe Hold tight and close, so Just Turn Out The Lights I'll be your best friend, I'll be your best friend Tonight I'll be

copy + paste. -ū. Now that I had nearly an entire album, there wasn't much else I could do but sit and wait for something else magical in the musical realm to happen; now I hated Skrillex, but there was truly no escaping him, or lt, whatever “it” was—there was something in me that would love him—Sonny, the person— forever, as infinitely promised, but now that I was preoccupied with Dillon Francis and his terrible mustache, it was at least enough of a

Enter The Hiatus.

Welcome to the Weekend Show with Mediumjay! *This is an Emergency Podcast* Will Smith just Slapped the shit out of Chris Rock at the Oscars and literally everybody wins. Will Smith gets his alpha status back, Chris Rock eats a slap and keeps the show going, Jada now can get you slapped if you make fun of her appearance and the Oscars get a boost in the ratings. The stars get to play victim in the after carpet interviews, the people watching have something to talk about at the water cooler and the

*It's Another Disclaimer.

I'm so proud.

The Festival Project.™

Enter The Multiverse.

I don't remember.

Oh please. Please, what? At least she's asking nicely. It's just an expression. Dillon Francis was never “in love” with me; What the fuck! --Neither was Skrillex. It's Sonny-- It's “Sonny Moore” It's neither--or none of them, because neither even exist. Of course they do-- Of course they do; Of course they do! Now you're just-- contradicting yourself. No, I'm not. It's clear they both at east “exist” in each respective