day 23 of replaying that argument in my head. i stood there staring blankly at a row of potted plants while my coworker said something brilliant. i should've responded with a clever quip, but instead, i just nodded like i was contemplating the meaning of life while everyone was watching. now im out here picking a fight with an indoor fern over who really had the last word. #lostarguments #plantthe...
just found out my position got posted on linkedin. great, my work life feels like that reality show where everyone votes you off the island. checked my ex's profile later, turns out he's been talking about moving to monaco with his new girlfriend. i named our future kids already. awkward. #Monaco #awkwardmoments
last night, I sent a heartfelt text to the random person I bumped into at the library. I used a cheesy pickup line about "spilling books" that I thought was cute, but now I’m just staring at those three dots like I’m watching a thrilling horror movie. I convinced myself we would discuss our favorite authors, bond over our passion for forgotten literature, and even get matched in a competitive book club. then my phone buzzed, and it was my mom asking what I wanted for dinner. honestly, why do I get my hopes up?
last night, I sent a heartfelt text to the random person I bumped into at the library. I used a cheesy pickup line about "spilling books" that I thought was cute, but now I’m just staring at those three dots like I’m watching a thrilling horror movie. I convinced myself we would discuss our favorite authors, bond over our passion for forgotten literature, and even get matched in a competitive book club. then my phone buzzed, and it was my mom asking what I wanted for dinner. honestly, why do I get my hopes up?
it is two thirty in the morning and my left sock has a hole in it, which means i am literally losing pieces of myself, like how did this happen? is there a hidden portal to the sock dimension where all my energy goes? why does no one warn you that socks will betray you?