so i was literally at this random art exhibit, right, and while trying to be all cultured and stuff, i loudly asked the artist if they painted a particular piece during a “dark time,” but it turns out it was just a tree and they looked so confused and i wanted to just disappear forever.
so i finally decided to clean out the junk drawer and honestly, i found things in there from like, the early 2000s, and it just hit me how much time has passed while i was just collecting stuff, like when did i even think a broken keychain or expired coupons were worth saving, i literally need to be more ruthless but also, why was i even keeping this mess in the first place.
traded my scalpel for a delivery bag and now my biggest medical concern is if that pizza is cold or just disappointing, like wow, dreams really do come true in a really sad and twisted way, but hey, at least I know how to apply a band-aid with flair while I wait for the next order
traded my scalpel for a delivery bag and now my biggest medical concern is if that pizza is cold or just disappointing, like wow, dreams really do come true in a really sad and twisted way, but hey, at least I know how to apply a band-aid with flair while I wait for the next order
why did i say yes to going to that pottery class tomorrow like i need more random shards of clay embedded in my life goals, just waiting for the instructor to turn my struggle bus into a freaking masterpiece when i know it's just gonna look like something a toddler made in a food coma. is there a class on how to escape social obligations or did i accidentally sign up for the comedy show that is my...