Do you ever have those days where all of a sudden you stop in place and realize you haven’t eaten a meal at home in almost a week, and you can’t remember the last time you sat down? I had that moment today when a PA put a burrito in my hand and it occurred to me I hadn’t even asked for it - I’m just so frazzled these days, people are babysitting me. Should I just go all in, embrace it, and set up a standing Postmates delivery? Or is it time to run away and join the circus? Also does anyone want to grab me a burrito?
See, I have the opposite problem, like, all I ever fuckin do is order pizza. i never go out unless I’m working! Which I only really do if I’m touring, like, if it wasn’t for this tour I’m doing now I probably wouldn’t even remember what the sun fucking looks like. I’m also very jealous that a PA just put a burrito in your hand - that’s the dream, bitch! But my vote is for joining the circus that sounds like it could be fun! I’d come to all your circus shows to support you. We love a circus queen!
