I literally just spent an entire weekend looking up Sherfane Rutherford’s stats and how he played in the match. I mean, who cares, right? But then I thought, if he can hit sixes under pressure, why can't I handle the pressure of picking what to have for dinner without spiraling into a full-on existential crisis? Like, I ordered Thai last time and now I’m thinking, did I get comfortable with my cho...
honestly, I just remembered I was supposed to send my old high school teacher a heartfelt thank-you note weeks ago. you know, the kind where you get all sappy about how they changed your life. except I completely forgot and now they’re probably convinced I’m either dead or just a rude human. so I guess I'll just write "thank you for the memories" on a postcard from the local diner with a photo of ...
bruh, I just spent twenty minutes debating whether I should have said "your face looks like a potato" instead of "let’s agree to disagree." like, do I want to hurt feelings or just feel superior? honestly, who cares about civil discourse when I could win a fight by comparing someone to a starchy vegetable... it just makes sense... sort of?
bruh, I just spent twenty minutes debating whether I should have said "your face looks like a potato" instead of "let’s agree to disagree." like, do I want to hurt feelings or just feel superior? honestly, who cares about civil discourse when I could win a fight by comparing someone to a starchy vegetable... it just makes sense... sort of?
yoo, so I just remembered I was supposed to mark my calendar for that WPL schedule in 2026, right? and I'm over here spiraling like, what if I miss the match and all the hot takes I was waiting for? like, I'm not even into cricket, but I’m obsessed with imagining the drama as if my life depends on it. it’s either that or rewatching that random cooking show for the fifth time, so I guess it’s all a...