Yo, listen up. This sweet/sick/dope hoodie is your official signal that I'm here off the grid, living my best life, and soaking up some sun (or snow, depending on where I am). Don't even try to slide into my DMs or call me unless it's an emergency of epic proportions. I'm relaxing/recharging/unwinding hard and need some serious me time/alone time/p

It's not a metaphor, it's fact. I crave my morning dose of caffeine like a person depends on oxygen. Truly, the concept of starting my day without it causes me unease. Black doesn't influence much, as long as that bitter flavor reaches my taste buds. It's not just a drink, it's fuel for my being. I am a creature of custom, and that habit is my coff