Everyone's favorite two f*ggy bald bitches (Trixie Mattel & Katya Zamolodchikova) have saved my life time and time again with their mental illness in the form of a Youtube series. The editing is psychotic. Their chemistry is frightening yet absolutely integral to the betterment of society.
"I'm a mountain biking witch from the FUTURE! Fuck my pussy with a rake mom" *squelch squelch squelch*
i’ve been following her for so many years at this point since she was on drag race. watching UNHhhh, her old periscope livestreams, and listening to her podcast with trixie, idk what i’d do without her online presence.
I‘ve started to keep an assortment of different cigs all in one pack. Kinda fun to mix it up sometimes.
What am I feeling tonight;
Reading at Sovereign House? Hestia.
Dancing at Home Sweet Home?
Marlboro Light.
Screening at The Roxy? Parliament.
I just finished assembling the tracklist for a mix cd I plan on gifting to a friend for Christmas- the first one I've committed to making in years. The process of sifting through your library to find a sense of cohesion while also channeling the taste profile of your recipient is hands down my favorite way of exercising my sonic sensibilities.
CDs have become such a novelty in this day and age of streaming which makes gifting a personalized one that much more special (: Long Live The Mix!
Bonafide Classic. My family and I have watched every Christmas since I was tiny. Hilarious and heartfelt. Perhaps a wee bit overrated but who cares, we only do this once a year! Something about the 1940s Christmas aesthetic that really just gives me the warm and fuzzies.