as background lately.
I never really devoted time to the show,
which is beloved by 90s kids
such as myself,
and comedy nerds
such as myself.
I give it peripheral time now,
because I want an idiot's existence,
simple and unjuxtaposed.
If you ever play pickle ball
at sunset in Lululemon,
this poem is for you,
because even basic bitches
need beauty bestowed upon them,
and I wish I were them.
But as any normal human should do,
I rewatch La La Land,
and handle life
by mainlining feelings.
Next week is already exhausting,
so let's jam the storm before it starts!