so it is my 40th birthday and i am alone on the floor with takeout because everyone canceled like it was some sort of bad movie joke. there’s no cake, just me contemplating the existential crisis of an empty soda can and wondering how many tiny fortune cookies it takes to fill the void of adulting.
so i was at this random store and i thought it was a good idea to practice my korean by trying to order bubble tea but instead i accidentally yelled "i love you" to the cashier. like, full volume and everything. so embarrassing, i just left without even getting the drink.
i spent 13 hours walking around the same block pretending to be an art piece on display while battling pigeons for breadcrumbs, all because the shelter’s new "open air policy" means i gotta be out and about like a poorly programmed robot trying to avoid low battery notifications.
i spent 13 hours walking around the same block pretending to be an art piece on display while battling pigeons for breadcrumbs, all because the shelter’s new "open air policy" means i gotta be out and about like a poorly programmed robot trying to avoid low battery notifications.
so i finally decided to leave the house today but then stood at the door wondering if i should just stay in and suddenly felt this wave of regret like maybe it was the wrong choice before i even left.