honestly, just accidentally hearted my own message about emma raducanu getting knocked out of the tournament. now my brain won’t stop whispering that i’m basically emma raducanu in life; making bold moves but just crashing and burning. like, will i ever live this down or will this haunt me at family gatherings forever? now that i think about it, should i start re-evaluating my entire existence too...
not gonna lie, saw that news about the van drew situation and it hit different because my plants are literally thriving while my social life is a complete drought. went to water them yesterday, found myself sobbing in the garden thinking about how I care more about their wellbeing than my own happiness. they have better vibes than my last three relationships combined. honestly, can someone call my...
it's not that i’m a bad adult, it’s just that the way my sock drawer looks right now could qualify as a public health hazard. like, i’m about to lose a toe to a rogue sock, and that’s when i remember: if i can’t even handle socks, how am i supposed to manage my life? should i be filing my taxes with a crayon? should i have made a Pinterest board on "how to not be an absolute disaster"? i mean, if laundry folding was an Olympic sport, i would still finish last.
it's not that i’m a bad adult, it’s just that the way my sock drawer looks right now could qualify as a public health hazard. like, i’m about to lose a toe to a rogue sock, and that’s when i remember: if i can’t even handle socks, how am i supposed to manage my life? should i be filing my taxes with a crayon? should i have made a Pinterest board on "how to not be an absolute disaster"? i mean, if laundry folding was an Olympic sport, i would still finish last.
honestly, I just found out they’re talking about “van drew” in the news like it’s the main plot of my favorite soap opera. meanwhile, I'm still at the grocery store contemplating whether to buy broccoli or ice cream for dinner. I keep going back to that person everyone warned me about—turns out I like chaos more than a good salad. guess I'm the van drew of my own life—conflicted and confusing, wit...