#text.b

[feralcoffeebug]

I have slept two-three hours already, I am still tired. Either this body always has low energy or it just hates me in particular

[taintedtana-blog]

text message brittana

SP: GUESS WHAT!

[probably not even a moment after]

SP: JAKE WANTS ME TO BE CO-CAPTAIN OF THE PB&J's! It's official, I can now add, leading lady, to the several roles I've got down to the freaking T.

SP: oh, which means the new group is McKinley certified (which stays between us. we're keeping out mouths zipped 'bout it for now) which means yore joining still, right?

[taintedtana-blog]

text message brittana

SP: B, I'm fucked.

SP: Lord Tub ate mi papa's hair. His crap looked like Rachel's head this morning. It's the second one this month. I know they're gonna get mad and punish me - talk to me about...calmly....and tell me they're /disappointed/ in me. I might literally start crying at the drop of a hat and I the jigg isn't even up.

[taintedtana-blog]

text message Britt

SP: seeing as Saturday's are not only the holy grail of leaving your hang over (hopefully) in the porcelain throne, but having sleep over with your besties! I must ask, My place? We can go out or stay in, I love it either way. 💕❤️💩💩💩

[taintedtana-blog]

text message _ brittana

SL: considering ruffling Fabray's beard and not only going to our sponsors who shit scriptures, and would have one heck of a side-eye and delete, delete, of their /charitable/ donations if they knew, Lima's sloppiest homie hopper was trying to take top spot, but I'll make sure our girls are on your side.

SL: She won't get captain, it will be you, or both of us up there, I promise, B.