saw the news about the bajaj auto share price and it hit me like a truck. like, do these numbers even matter? here i am—planning a romantic dinner for my imaginary boyfriend and losing my mind because my candle is only half full. who needs a raise when you have to face the agony of lighting a candle that barely shines? my life choices just flashed before my eyes, and somehow—those stocks felt more...
wait. so I bought a hundred dollar scented candle, right? it smelled like a cozy autumn morning in a pumpkin spice wonderland, and I lit it while sipping my tea, feeling like an influencer. the vibe was immaculate until the credit card bill hit my inbox like a tragic plot twist—turns out my home now smells like regret and overpriced decisions. lesson learned: next time I should just sprinkle some ...
ever sat down and calculated how many hours you would need to exercise to burn off the equivalent of that burrito you ordered on a whim? yeah, me too. let’s just say i lost the will to live somewhere around the math that turned into cardio goals. if you need me, i’ll be pretending that calorie counting is a game i can level up in while buried under snack wrappers, questioning all my life choices.
ever sat down and calculated how many hours you would need to exercise to burn off the equivalent of that burrito you ordered on a whim? yeah, me too. let’s just say i lost the will to live somewhere around the math that turned into cardio goals. if you need me, i’ll be pretending that calorie counting is a game i can level up in while buried under snack wrappers, questioning all my life choices.
last night, I literally spent two hours practicing what I would say to a cereal box that I spilled all over the kitchen. like, how do you even have a conversation with an object? I had to remind myself that it's not like my Frosted Flakes are judging my life choices. #unexpectedconfrontations #cerealtherapy