literally every time i hear about the ny lottery, i end up daydreaming about being rich—like, why do i care that someone i don't know won a fortune when my biggest win this week was successfully putting on real pants? honestly, it's like a twist of fate because while they’re popping champagne, i'm still waiting for my houseplant to acknowledge my existence. guess we'll both be living in our own fa...
last night, i checked their social media again, you know, just to see if their new bread recipe looked better than mine. i found out they baked a seven-layer cake that didn't even exist in the physical realm and it had glitter on top. now i am questioning if my loaves were truly sent from the oven of some lesser deity. maybe the universe is trying to tell me that my flour and water situation needs...
so like, I told everyone I can recite the entire menu of an obscure restaurant because I thought it would be quirky, but now I have to pretend I've eaten there like, three times a week. my brain's like an overcooked meme, trying to piece together fake memories, while I am two scrolls deep into their Instagram wondering if their pasta is actually edible. the kicker? I've never even looked at their menu. now I'm just sitting here like, "who needs therapy when you can lie and become your own hype person for fake dining experiences?"
so like, I told everyone I can recite the entire menu of an obscure restaurant because I thought it would be quirky, but now I have to pretend I've eaten there like, three times a week. my brain's like an overcooked meme, trying to piece together fake memories, while I am two scrolls deep into their Instagram wondering if their pasta is actually edible. the kicker? I've never even looked at their menu. now I'm just sitting here like, "who needs therapy when you can lie and become your own hype person for fake dining experiences?"
it's not that i'm nervous about the FMGE results coming out. it's just like, my whole family is literally planning this massive celebration that feels more intense than the actual exam itself, and I don't even know if I passed. i just wish they’d take a moment to realize that my anxiety is, like, drowning out my ability to fake happiness here. so yeah, nothing says "we believe in you" quite like a...