Between the fires, earthquakes, thunderstorms, tornadoes, tsunami warnings???, astronomical housing costs, the mere existence of Silicon Valley, and the fact that avocados are still over $2 each, I’m sure 2025 will be the year California will finally fall off into the ocean.
Don’t get me wrong, I love California, but clearly we’re spiraling. I propose we go out before the “official” end times. Making out is optional, but given current events, is totally preferred.
I’ll buy you a coffee, and you can tell me about how the Karen in your HOA has been tagging your vehicle for not being fully in the proper parking bay, or about the time you had to wrestle a huntsman spider in the middle of the desert. I’ll tell you about how I spent the summer in Berlin attending the wedding of some guy I met on tinder in Paris. Or, my utterly tragic fall off of an electric scooter zooming down hills in Prague.
We can compare end of world alien takeover disaster plans, and you can chastise me for still not having an emergency pack that contains enough Soylent Green to last 72 hours.
About me: I’m 35, voluptuous/plus-sized, with short hair (that I’ve recently dyed copper), piercings, and a couple tattoos.
Here’s a pic: https://imgur.com/a/VqEyjvB
I love reading really dense books, playing the theremin, learning languages, and making things that smell good. I have a deep appreciation for full body laughs, taking big naps, and trees of the kush genus.
As for you: I'm open to whomever you are. I resonate best with those that are closer to my age, have similar interests, are unattached romantically, intellectually curious, open-minded, and kind.
Interested in whatever shenanigans we could get into? Me too, and I would love to hear from you. 🙂
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