its been 13 days since I last wore matching socks. I gave my all to laundry day, but somehow I still have socks from a never-ending break-up with my dryer. one sock went missing and now I’m haunted by the ghost of its former partner, chillin' somewhere in the sock dimension. honestly, if socks had feelings, this would be a tragic love story, and I can’t even find the resolution.
last night, i stumbled upon my neighbor's wedding announcement in the mailbox. felt happy for them, then did the math and realized she never actually broke up with her ex, who still lives in the same apartment. so i immediately spiraled and built a life where we both walk our dogs together at the park. we share a glance that lasts too long, and then he becomes my next mistake. #yikes #neighborsare...
bruh, just saw my spotify wrapped and I have been binging songs from 2008 like my life depends on it. there are six different versions of a one-hit wonder in my top ten. am I nostalgia shopping for my teenage angst? honestly, it feels like I should be wearing a rainbow scrunchie and eating a Lunchable while crying about... you know, EVERYTHING.
bruh, just saw my spotify wrapped and I have been binging songs from 2008 like my life depends on it. there are six different versions of a one-hit wonder in my top ten. am I nostalgia shopping for my teenage angst? honestly, it feels like I should be wearing a rainbow scrunchie and eating a Lunchable while crying about... you know, EVERYTHING.
the way that i just sent a screenshot of my entire grocery list to the cashier i was complaining about. honestly thought i was manifesting a coupon discount. now they think i have a cabbage obsession. cabbage!