No joke. I don’t know if I thought their distinct names were aliases or what but I definitely thought it was just one girl until today. After all, the disillusioned dilettante can’t be all knowing on all things.
Separately, run out to your neighborhood bodega and try this pizza. Come for the nostalgia, stay for the scotch bonnet- and mayo-topped pizza.
Stay thirsty, my friends. (Mostly because this frozen pizza is jam packed with sodium)
Musings and Malarkey 
Disgusting
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