Mannie Quinn's Manic Quorner

heyyyyyyyy  > .  >  so i'm alive lmaoooo.  Gosh, its so dusty in here. Like, nobody wanted to clean?  Honestly, I really should've been nicer to this blog. That's on me. In pursuit of full transparency, mental illness really did get your bitch and whenever I would try to write something, I'd hate it or just get caught up in trying to write something that I felt was personally worth posting. And so, I'd have a bunch of drafts that never really went anywhere. But on top of that, being home in quarantine for extended periods of time, especially with the family I have, has only made the depressed bitch upstairs more powerful. And with her new strength, she's kind of sucked the fun out of social media for me. So for my own mental health and wellbeing, I decided to be even less of a presence on Instagram than I already was, and just focus on getting through my semester. I know that's not really the wave for someone who wants to be a global pop star, but I

If you attempt to call me in the ungodly hours, trust that I will not pick up the phone because this album will be blasting from every available speaker in my home      Hi there, and welcome to another installment of the critically-acclaimed online series  Track Reacts .  First and foremost, I would like to apologize for the estate of Chloe and Halle for not completing this chapter sooner. I know they almost definitely don't care but it makes me feel good to be a part of things. My world has sort of been consumed by other things but that is no excuse to not deliver the hard-hitting journalism my audience of two people have come to expect from me. (I checked my metrics and I would just like to say thank you to both of you 🥺) Now this is the part where you may be asking yourself, what credibility do you, Mannifred Quinnzelle, have to critique music that's been labored on by people vastly more talented than yourself?  None.  None at fucking all. But here we go anyway my love muff

Chromatica hits you in the mouth with all the beauty of a rainbow, but falls just short of the double rainbow I secretly want DISCLAIMER Now I am by no means an authority on music or its crafting. In fact, the extent of my music ability is being blessed enough to be able to sing on beat. But its the internet and i've got nothing better to do so here's my opinion anyway      Hi there, welcome to what I hope is the start of a new series on this blog where I give my first impressions of new music. Welcome to what I am tentatively calling Track Reacts .  If you were nice enough to read the red text above this, you'd know that I love music and would love to hopefully have at least one album over the course of my life but am otherwise woefully lacking in the musical skills department. Now you might be asking yourself then, what credibility do you, Mannifred Quinnzelle, have to critique music that's been labored on by people vastly more talented than yourself?  None. None at

dear ms. rona, you're a bitch and i don't like you. periodt.     A very good friend of mine, (@kris_tea_anne on IG) recently asked me to stop by during quarantine to help them put some life into the live-read of their poem. Don't worry dear reader, we stayed 6ft. apart in accordance with proper social distancing etiquette. Below is the transcript of the poem and what Kris wanted to say to #dearcovid19 dear ms. rona   hey bitch. but before we read, let’s get one thing straight miss thang when I say bitch   I don’t mean biiiitch for when the tea is hot or even biiitch for when you spy a juicy thot    no honey, I mean bitch as in bitch   who do you think you are running ‘round leaving scars hmm? now that that’s been settled welcome back to my YouTube channel and let the dragging of covid commence lookie here bitch you come into my house where you weren’t invited crash on my couch and made people short-sighted i will never forget the toilet paper   cmon y’all we're all in t

what do you call a fisherman that always seems to get fish to bite? a master baiter DISCLAIMER Now for those of you who don't know me, welcome to the land of sex positivity where we've brushed off the Puritanical shackles that have held society down and embrace that humans have the capacity to enjoy sexual pleasure simply for the fuck of it all. Welcome to the future love, the water's fine.     Thank you for taking the time to remove your hands from your pants and your eyes from  Redtube  long enough to read this. Quarantine has left many of us without much else better to do with our newly acquired wealth of free time than to get more familiar with ourselves , as evidenced by  the uptick in activity on Pornhub's website.  And that's fully okay. Get your freak on. In a very stressful time, its okay to score your endorphins where you can; do what it takes to keep you sane. It feels very easy to fall off the deep end in a time when we feel such a major loss of age

I know I said I didn't want to be around people but this is not what I meant    Hello party persons, welcome to the first proper post on this party blog.    🎉 🎉 🎉I hope you all are staying safe out there during this pandemic that we are living through. It is not an easy time right now for anyone and it is very easy to lose sight of one's mental health in all the hullaballoo about deteriorating physical health.      Seeing as you don't know me yet; hi there, I have depression. And social anxiety (which I have thankfully worked on enough that it hasn't been a major issue for a little while). There's probably some anxiety anxiety mixed in there too but I think my mental illness sundae already has enough flavors for right now. Needless to say, I am constantly teetering on the edge of a depressive episode and times of high stress like the simulation we're stuck in don't do me much good. I become even worse off when I don't have my support network