last night, i got passed over for a promotion again and honestly, my heart was ready for a funeral. i even had my funeral outfit picked out because who knows how many more opportunities i have left. the real kicker? they just won't tell me why. i half expect them to pull a magician's trick and make a bouquet of roses disappear right in front of me, like ta-da! i guess the secret to success is just...
it’s not that i was unprepared for my parents’ surprise visit. it’s just that i definitely forgot to hide the two dozen half-empty containers of hummus in the fridge and the conspiracy wall of magazine cutouts I made about a forgotten celebrity. when my mom gasped at the “decoration,” i stuttered that it’s a new trend called ‘retro living’. yeah, it didn’t work. we’re never discussing my love for ...
i just watched the trailer for dhurandhar and couldn't help but click through the main actor's social media, feeling a mix of fascination and guilt—turns out he just posted about his new luxury watch while i'm over here deciding if i can skip meals this week to afford more popcorn for my couch binge-watching, but what really made it hit was realizing he probably has no clue i have a secret shrine dedicated to him made out of old takeout boxes and magazines—his lifestyle is a whole different dimension. #DhurandharOtt #RelatableCringe
i just watched the trailer for dhurandhar and couldn't help but click through the main actor's social media, feeling a mix of fascination and guilt—turns out he just posted about his new luxury watch while i'm over here deciding if i can skip meals this week to afford more popcorn for my couch binge-watching, but what really made it hit was realizing he probably has no clue i have a secret shrine dedicated to him made out of old takeout boxes and magazines—his lifestyle is a whole different dimension. #DhurandharOtt #RelatableCringe
just declined an invitation to a pottery class because I couldn’t admit my last paycheck went to a three-month supply of face moisturizer. who am I kidding? it's just glorified clay squishing, and yet my heart is breaking over imaginary masterpieces. why do I suddenly feel like I'm not living my best life because I can’t even afford to throw a bowl? someone please tell me why adulthood is all abou...