sitting here staring at the old coffee table that i found at a yard sale last summer, i can't believe i spent more on a latte today than i did on that. should have saved it for another night at the thrift store because at least that place makes me feel less like i’m drowning.
sitting in my tiny apartment, folding laundry while my neighbor’s having a housewarming party, and all i can think about is how my best friend just got a promotion and moved to the city, like what even is the point when i feel stuck in this loop of same four walls, same late-night ramen dinners, while scrolling through their instagram highlights of brunches and smiles that seem so far from my real...
today my local fruit vendor tried to sell me an avocado labeled "non-gmo" and i nearly laughed out loud because what does that even mean when my entire existence is, like, an illegal experiment in being human? like, oh sure, let me just worry about pesticide residue while i dodge the surveillance drones lurking behind the kumquats, ugh, why is everything so absurd?
today my local fruit vendor tried to sell me an avocado labeled "non-gmo" and i nearly laughed out loud because what does that even mean when my entire existence is, like, an illegal experiment in being human? like, oh sure, let me just worry about pesticide residue while i dodge the surveillance drones lurking behind the kumquats, ugh, why is everything so absurd?
so i finally tackled that drawer full of old chargers and random cables, you know, the ones you always think might come in handy someday, but then you just end up feeling bad about it piling up. now it feels strangely productive but i am just sitting here wondering if i really accomplished anything or just rearranged my own mess again.