It’s easy, its fun, I get to do an accent (my poor friends) and it’s an excuse to indulge in his vices. Most importantly, there’s nothing scarier than the grip of catholic guilt, I’m going for the psychological spook factor.
and also out of the shower as well. i’ll clean my room and gossip about the lord in my fake british accent and i’ll cook food and talk about my poor daughter and her cheating husband in my new jersey accent. i contain multitudes
My fav thing to do when I go clubbing and/or bar hopping is to create alter versions of me. one moment I’m a dentist the next i’m a stay at home with twins and it my first night out since they were born 😭 it’s fun, entertaining, and better when you get your friends in on it. Who’s gonna call me out? No one 🫶🏾 (I also do light research to really commit)
You'll catch me on my knees if I'm in the presence of an aloof gentle being.
Example: Sister Michael from Derry Girls and James Norrington from Pirates of the Caribbean
Scooped cereal into my mouth and found an overwhelming presence of raisins. Scooped again to rectify the serial-raisin ratio.
More raisins have thwarted me.
If a mouth full of raisins is my fate then I will chew.
