not gonna lie, i declined an invitation to a fancy brunch because my bank account was in its “fetal position” after a weekend of impulse snack purchases. instead, i sat at home, staring at my empty fridge, debating whether drinking mustard straight from the jar counted as a meal. plot twist: as i crunched my thrift-store chips, my friend sent a text saying brunch was cancelled. maybe this is the u...
not gonna lie, I caught myself wondering if I'm the one sabotaging my own happiness while watching the news about the Europa League. I mean, there I was, furiously contemplating my life choices, yelling at my TV over a match that has nothing to do with me, yet somehow it felt relatable. like, am I just the referee in my own chaos, blowing the whistle every time I make a mistake? just last week, I ...
it's not that i can't get close to people, it's just like, every time i let someone in, they literally get swept away like the socks i lost in the washing machine. it's just a fact of life, you know? socks come out alone, people come out distant, and now i'm convinced my soulmate is a lost sock under my dryer.
it's not that i can't get close to people, it's just like, every time i let someone in, they literally get swept away like the socks i lost in the washing machine. it's just a fact of life, you know? socks come out alone, people come out distant, and now i'm convinced my soulmate is a lost sock under my dryer.
wait, so I just learned about this hood stock situation and I can't help but think about that time I almost invested in my friend's avocado toast business. they were like "this is the future of brunch" and I was like "sure, but I can’t even afford lunch." now, here I am, watching this stock soar while I still can’t decide if I should treat myself to a good meal or just a cup of hot water. every da...