i swear, my neighbor has been blasting that same song for days now, like HOW is it even possible to listen to the same track on repeat, repeat. and it’s not even a good song, just terrible, awful, and i can’t escape it.
sat on the bench at the park today while my kids played, watching other parents pick them up from nice cars and laugh about their new houses, i was thinking about how my old place had peeling paint and a leaky roof and now all i can offer my kids is a couch that is a lot more familiar than home, but they keep calling it an adventure, guess they really don’t see what i see.
so i was at this thrift store looking for something unique, right? and i picked up a really old ugly lamp thinking i was funny, then i accidentally told the cashier i was going to put it in my "cool trendy hipster" collection and the lady behind me just stared like i was insane.
so i was at this thrift store looking for something unique, right? and i picked up a really old ugly lamp thinking i was funny, then i accidentally told the cashier i was going to put it in my "cool trendy hipster" collection and the lady behind me just stared like i was insane.
just tried to fill out a form that required a “proof of residency” and somehow this place where i sleep at night doesn’t count because i don’t own the walls — now i'm sitting here contemplating if i should start calling my couch “home” so i can qualify or just take up residence in the local park and set up shop with my two hundred dollars.