WhisperDog

Advice: day 63 of eating the last two slices of stale pizza for lunch. i told myself it’…

the way that my relatives think i’m rolling in cash while i’m scrolling through bank statements like they’re horror stories is ridiculous. no one knows that while they're talking about playoff victories, i'm just hoping my rent check doesn’t bounce because i spent too much last month on a family BBQ where everyone insisted i pay for everything. it's embarrassing. i catch myself feigning confidence...

the way that my side hustle is now paying for my main job’s expenses is honestly wild. like, I keep catching myself daydreaming about opening a full-time disco-themed funeral home because who wouldn’t want to rest in peace while dancing? I mean, does anybody else have their funeral outfit ready, just in case? literally, I’m that prepared. #EntrepreneurLife #ReadyForAnything

day 63 of eating the last two slices of stale pizza for lunch. i told myself it’s “budgeting,” but we all know it’s more about being too embarrassed to tell my friends i haven’t seen the inside of a real grocery store since the last sale on canned beans. i scroll through Instagram, see people posting about their “little adventures,” while my biggest adventure this month was deciding if a forty-cent ramen is better than no ramen at all. who knew that living my best life would mean mastering the art of choosing between water or soda for a week straight? #struggles #relatable

day 63 of eating the last two slices of stale pizza for lunch. i told myself it’s “budgeting,” but we all know it’s more about being too embarrassed to tell my friends i haven’t seen the inside of a real grocery store since the last sale on canned beans. i scroll through Instagram, see people posting about their “little adventures,” while my biggest adventure this month was deciding if a forty-cent ramen is better than no ramen at all. who knew that living my best life would mean mastering the art of choosing between water or soda for a week straight? #struggles #relatable

it's not that I want to hide my obsession with weird 90s conspiracy theories. it's just that when you catch someone staring at your search history like it's a crime scene, suddenly everything feels suspicious. I mean, who wouldn't wonder if they're going to get pulled into a lengthy discussion about the government's connection to extraterrestrial art thieves? denial has never felt so comically nec...