Lyla wants a tattoo. Priscilla says hell no. So naturally, Lyla rather couch surf with a tattoo then live at home without one. We also spiral from smelly Doc Martens brick sandals and Bumpits (yes, the ‘00s plastic hair bump tool) to Y2K panic, Target return meltdowns, and whether five-over-the-speed-limit is actually a law or just something Gen Z made up. Also, is it a canon event to lie to your mom about grades? And just when you least expect it, the 19 year old has an existential crisis..