im bad at flirting but who isn't

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they changed the layout for the dashboard of substack to some horribly ugly shade of green so you can imagine how difficult it is for me to log onto here and type away. but i do it for you people.

culture writers used to be greasy alcoholic guys who theorize about parties but now they’re hot girls who do k and write from within them. i spell names in lines and pat says im suspiciously good at that. by the end of the line we’re all nameless. what good writer wasn’t disappeared by their obsessions?

ill go to the reading. young and endearingly overdressed and talking with my bottom teeth and whenever people try to ask me ‘what r u so dressed up for’ i’ll make sure you’re looking at my jawline because my face card sometimes be getting flagged for fraudulent purchases.