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💿: ELYSIAN 'lyly' MOORE APR. 10. 2024 LOS ANGELES, CALI
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(irl + twitter)
ミ★ i still got a broken arm. but it hasn't stopped me from making brandon feel my wrath. for the last few days i've been bothering the hell out of him, pranking him, talking shit about him, playfully smacking him whenever i get the chance. he can't get mad either, he tripped me because he lost a game of uno like come on dude.
Right now, i may or may not be putting food coloring on his polo shirts that he loves dearly... it'll come out— i think
Navia wanted no parts in my pranks against him because she said and i quote—"i dont wanna have to choose sides cause if i do, imma choose my man everytime." and you know what, i don't blame her. i don't blame her at all.
"lyly, he's gonna beat your assssss, Oh my Godddd!" juju said as she examined my work of art on his polo shirts, her mouth agape and shit.
"so? he should've never tripped me, that messed up my aura." i shrugged carelessly, putting his shirts back in navia's closet. juju shook her head in disbelief.
she rubbed her forehead with a stressed look, "don't say i was apart of this, cause i aint." and she followed me out if navia's room.
"the most he'll do is yell and cry and that's it. it'll come out with some white vinegar and other... stuff i think," i'll just buy him some more, even though i shouldn't cause the nigga can't buy me a new arm.
juju plopped down beside me on my bed, with skies in her arms, the dog has gotten kinda big. she still has her untamable golden curly fur shedding everywhere.
now we just gotta wait for Brandon to come over today, he was going golfing with a few of his white friends at sone fancy country club so he's definitely gonna come here for one of his shirts.
