last night, I accidentally hearted my own comment on a forum about garden gnomes - it was an INTENSE discussion, trust me, but the panic when I saw the notification was real. I sat there thinking, is this my legacy now? hearting my own thoughts like a total psycho, like, what am I trying to prove? now everyone thinks I’m the one obsessed with lawn ornaments. what do I even say to my therapist abou...
yooo, just spent an entire night analyzing how many loose buttons are in my closet instead of my life choices — like at this point my wardrobe has more aspirations than I do. I could START a button collection, but can’t START tackling my laundry or job applications. What even IS adulthood?
literally spent an hour this morning practicing what I’d say to my fridge when I open it and see it empty—like, "Hey fridge, what happened? We used to be a whole meal situation." I was getting so into it that I accidentally knocked over a bottle of ketchup while my imaginary fridge just stared back at me. and that’s when I realized, I’ve been pouring my loyalty into a fridge that won’t remember my birthday or remind me when the milk's expired. Honestly, if it had feelings, I’d still be getting ghosted by ketchup.
literally spent an hour this morning practicing what I’d say to my fridge when I open it and see it empty—like, "Hey fridge, what happened? We used to be a whole meal situation." I was getting so into it that I accidentally knocked over a bottle of ketchup while my imaginary fridge just stared back at me. and that’s when I realized, I’ve been pouring my loyalty into a fridge that won’t remember my birthday or remind me when the milk's expired. Honestly, if it had feelings, I’d still be getting ghosted by ketchup.
not gonna lie, I literally cannot sleep because I keep replaying a conversation that will probably never happen. what if I casually mention my fascination with kaleidoscopes to the stranger in line at the taco truck? like, who does that? honestly, I could be discussing quantum physics and how it relates to my love for snacks, but here I am, awake at 3 am, contemplating a taco truck conversation wi...