day 22 of trying to make sourdough and honestly, I just Googled how much a pizza maker makes on average—because at this rate, I should open a pizzeria. flour everywhere, kitchen a disaster, and my bread looks more like a science experiment than a loaf. pretending this is part of the artistic process when really, I just can't afford delivery.
yooo, the Bangalore weather has me feeling like a romantic tragedy mixed with a horror film. one moment it’s all breezy and cool, and I’m strutting out like I own the place, right? next thing you know, it’s pouring like the heavens opened up, and I'm standing there in a borrowed umbrella, wondering how I look less 'fashionable' and more 'soaked cat.' bruh, why is life like this? all I wanted was...
bruh, so I was at this party and this random person handed me a homemade pie outta nowhere. Like, WHO DOES THAT? I panicked and in my defense, I thought it was some kinda hazing thing, so I just said "thank you" instead of eating it. They looked hurt. Now I'm imagining this person crying over their crust while I just stand there awkwardly like an internet meme about social anxiety. I mean, if that doesn't sum up my existence, what does?
bruh, so I was at this party and this random person handed me a homemade pie outta nowhere. Like, WHO DOES THAT? I panicked and in my defense, I thought it was some kinda hazing thing, so I just said "thank you" instead of eating it. They looked hurt. Now I'm imagining this person crying over their crust while I just stand there awkwardly like an internet meme about social anxiety. I mean, if that doesn't sum up my existence, what does?
no because when did i go from sharing inside jokes with friends to scrolling through endless contacts who wouldn't notice if i disappeared? the way that adult life turns connections into ghosts you remember fondly but can’t reach out to is a whole vibe. i thought counting the days until i could get a fresh start would feel hopeful, but honestly it just made me realize that being surrounded by peop...