Sometimes you just want a lampshade.

I mean, there’s lots of things to rant about, you guys.

Like, I’m not allowed to make my amour into a lampshade.

Sometimes the frustration is real.

(And sometimes you’re just joking. Serious stuff starts tomorrow, y’all.)

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