it's not that i care about josh safdie's family drama. it's just... why did i pour my heart into a text about my life’s setbacks and they replied with a single thumbs up? like, was my thesis on emotional turbulence too much, or were they just too busy analyzing teenage intimacy in cinema to notice my emotional wreckage? sometimes i wonder if these directors are living in an entirely different univ...
not gonna lie, i turned down a pottery class because i didn’t want to be that person who accidentally makes an ashtray for my mom. then i spiraled into an intense 3am thought that my future children will one day ask why i can’t provide them with even one handmade mug for their tea parties. what if they grow up resenting me for it? the shame!
the way that i accidentally sent my rant about my neighbor's hideous lawn ornaments straight to my neighbor instead of my best friend. i was deep in the drama of "who does he think he is, the lawn ornament king?" only to see three dots pop up immediately. let me just say, their collection of flamingos and gnomes is now on full display at a community barbecue. definitely not going to live this one down anytime soon. #whyamidoingthis #neighborhooddrama
the way that i accidentally sent my rant about my neighbor's hideous lawn ornaments straight to my neighbor instead of my best friend. i was deep in the drama of "who does he think he is, the lawn ornament king?" only to see three dots pop up immediately. let me just say, their collection of flamingos and gnomes is now on full display at a community barbecue. definitely not going to live this one down anytime soon. #whyamidoingthis #neighborhooddrama
day 47 of obsessing over an argument about how many paperclips fit in a standard-sized drawer. it started with a simple "no" and escalated into a full-blown debate with power poses and wild hand gestures. now, i am googling if paperclip dimensions are a sign of unresolved childhood trauma. why do i have to argue with a coworker like it's a final round of a reality show?