so today i went to the DMV to renew my license and had to listen to the woman at the counter read me the entire policy book while i sat there feeling like i was in an absurdist play about how to feel trapped in bureaucracy, like does this lady think i’m suddenly going to change my life choices because she explained to me for the hundredth time that “no, sir, you cannot pay in chicken nuggets”?
sometimes it feels like the only thing left in my life is this stupid hobby of knitting but i keep losing the needles or the yarn gets tangled and it is so frustrating to want to create something but then just have a mess and like why can’t i just have one thing go right for a change
so i found a tiny crumb in the corner of my room, and it somehow triggered a full-blown existential crisis about how my life has come down to fighting off snack residue while debating if it's too much to have an afternoon wine because the fridge is just so far away, like am i training for a marathon or just avoiding my responsibilities… anyway, now i can't stop wondering if the crumb has a backstory i should care about or if i just need to vacuum more.
so i found a tiny crumb in the corner of my room, and it somehow triggered a full-blown existential crisis about how my life has come down to fighting off snack residue while debating if it's too much to have an afternoon wine because the fridge is just so far away, like am i training for a marathon or just avoiding my responsibilities… anyway, now i can't stop wondering if the crumb has a backstory i should care about or if i just need to vacuum more.
ex-ombudsman martires is on the take from rodrigo and sara duterte, pocketing cash from their corruption schemes — guess what, former bagman madriaga just confirmed the shady parking lot drop-off! watch out because ombudsman remulla is ready to drag sara's dirty laundry into impeachment talks next