Satan i gatan

I’m on fiah

When I was on my high-school volleyball team, we won every single game we played (no losses) so we got a bye card in the quarterfinals and then went on to win the division. Sure, I didn’t play a single game because for some reason that year a million girls signed up (I was new and seniority rules), but it was still kinda awesome.

I’m pretty sure that was, figuratively, the most on fire I’d ever been (I’ve had a very sad life), except the time when I was literally on fire (I’ve had a very sad life). No worries, it was just the tiny pyromaniac in me burning things. I’m no scar.