Solitude and Co.

Basic AF

"Tell me one fun fact about you."

Ugh. What do I even say at this point?

That I'm average?

That I'm a flat character despite my lumps?

I'm predictably type A with common type O blood.

I like anything sweet, but refer to everyone as "spicyyyy."

The only culture I belong to is midwestern small town.

My right arm is shorter than my left because it's the only bone I've broken.

"The Climb" is my favorite song, but skiing is my favorite sport and that's all downhill.

I've taken more quizzes about what type of cheese I am than about vocabulary.

As soon as the air gets chilly

and the leaves start to change color,

I start singing about sweater weather, TJ's spiced cider,

and everything and anything pumpkin flavor.

I care about Instagram aesthetics,

give a major shit about the environment,

and clean my white sneakers often.

I'm trying to be vegan,

but animal print and pleather is so in.

I say I'm broke,

but I keep spending money on my nails and alcohol.

I'm more than a quarter way through my life

and I'm a basic bitch.

Is there anything wrong with enjoying the finer things in life, though?