Got too high before a bubble bath and started filming a “get ready with me” video. Thought I nailed it—lighting, angles, vibes. Checked the playback the next day and realized the camera had been facing me the whole time, not the mirror. Accidentally posted it to my Story. My phone blew up. I gained 47 followers and a mild panic attack.

One edible too many and suddenly I’m on a mission to make gourmet nachos. I shredded every cheese in the fridge and used Doritos as the base. They were perfect. I cried. Then I realized I’d forgotten to turn the oven off. My apartment still smells like triumph and panic.

I got high with someone new, and everything slowed down.. the smoke, the laughter, the way their lips curled when they exhaled. We kissed under purple LED lights and talked about our worst fears. By sunrise, we’d solved the universe and forgotten each other’s names. I still think about that kiss whenever the lights turn purple.

Got high and realized pizza is basically a flat sandwich. Then I got deeper and decided life is just layers of chaos held together by a little bit of cheese and hope. I wrote it down on a napkin. It still kind of slaps.