Apparently I’m Domestic Now? Send Help.

I accidentally disappeared from the internet today because somewhere along the way I became a horrifyingly functional adult.

I went grocery shopping. I cleaned. I cooked an actual dinner. I washed and prepped fruit so Future Me can pretend she has her life together. I baked.

Like… willingly.

Who authorized this character development?

By the time I finally remembered that Twitter, Discord, and the tiny people who live inside my phone existed, most of the day was gone. 😂

But somewhere amid my aggressively domestic little side quest, I found a ridiculously tiny strawberry-banana vape.

It’s so fucking cute. It’s practically being swallowed by my hand, which is particularly hilarious when paired with claws that look like they could open a locked treasure chest without the key.

Naturally, I needed it.

I spend a lot of time being the bratty, spoiled, expensive little menace you all know and love, but apparently sometimes your resident Goth Gamer Witch spends Monday grocery shopping, fussing over strawberries, making dinner, baking things, and getting irrationally excited over miniature pastel objects.

The duality of woman. 🖤

Anyway, I’ve completed enough responsible adult tasks for one day.

I’ll be returning to my regularly scheduled bad influence programming now. 💋