On this week’s episode of
‘Why The Fuck Can’t I Just Get My Shit Together Already,’
we join Natalie on the side of the Interstate
where she’s been waiting for roadside assistance for what feels like a lifetime
because she spent too long putting coverup on her face bruises
because [cue flashback]
Noah started Jenae off at the bar where they got so drunk
that
Natalie woke up by herself miles outside of town
in the middle of the desert
in a pile of vomit made up of an entire case of cake sprinkles she ate for some reason
everything else is a montage
just to paint some sort of picture of truly embarrassing details
[jump cut forward]
the following morning
and Natalie is
running late for an appointment and in her haste forgets to stop and get gas
Will roadside assistance come in time for her not to pee herself?
Will Natalie, Noah or Jenae develop a gambling problem?
Will instead of Diplo, the Spin Doctors play The Detroit Music Festival?
“Claude von Stroke closing the main stage? Oof.”
Find out now! [roll credits]
—natalie michelle
Flommist Natalie Michelle doesn’t have a bio. She just rants. Copyright © 2018 Natalie Michelle. Additional material by Jason and Andrew. Foto by mehallo.
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