so i was at this party and someone offered me a deviled egg, and i took a big bite only to realize it was the one with an anchovy hidden inside, and i just made a weird face while everyone watched me try to recover and pretend it was great but really my whole mouth was like NO.
so last week i literally thought i was getting a new couch but i misread the ad and it was actually a used love seat from the 80s that smells like mildew. spent hours measuring my tiny living room to fit this thing and now it just feels like a shrine to poor life choices.
just found out that after declaring bankruptcy, my medical debt is basically the adult version of a bad hangover — the only cure is to somehow avoid the excruciating paperwork that comes with it. like, why does dealing with this make me feel like i need a support group for people who are allergic to basic financial systems?
just found out that after declaring bankruptcy, my medical debt is basically the adult version of a bad hangover — the only cure is to somehow avoid the excruciating paperwork that comes with it. like, why does dealing with this make me feel like i need a support group for people who are allergic to basic financial systems?
i went to the emergency room last night thinking i was having a heart attack and it turned out to be just stress—no heart issues, no hospital stay, i actually feel like a weight lifted, can't believe it worked out this way. the dread of what might have happened was crushing but now i just feel relief, like wow, life can actually surprise you sometimes.