so i was at this party back in 2016, right? i was trying to impress everyone with my knowledge of cryptocurrencies, and i accidentally called bitcoin “bitcon” in front of like the whole room, then laughed way too loud at my own joke and people just stared at me. still can’t believe i didn’t die from embarrassment.
so my family sent me funeral flowers addressed to my old name, right? and then i opened the sympathy card and it felt like a punchline to a joke i never wanted to be a part of.
i just realized i have this drawer full of old batteries and i have no idea why. thought maybe i could use them someday but now it just feels like a reminder of all the things i let pile up instead of dealing with them.
i just realized i have this drawer full of old batteries and i have no idea why. thought maybe i could use them someday but now it just feels like a reminder of all the things i let pile up instead of dealing with them.
so i finally went to the doctor after months of pretending the lump on my side was just my lunch getting really comfortable, and guess what? they told me it’s stage 3, and somehow that just feels like a really bad punchline to a joke i never wanted to hear in the first place. like, great, can i get an energy crystal to balance this stage 3 vibe or what?