wait, so you know that moment when you realize your boss is literally referencing YOUR cat-themed potato sculpture as their “visionary concept”? like, I’m over here questioning if I need to submit a design patent just to claim ownership of the artistry of my hundred-hour project. also, my cat is obviously the one who deserves the credit, so I'm literally considering printing a plaque for her and h...
literally, I quit my steady job to pursue my dream of making tiny sculptures out of old bottle caps. honestly, I thought I would be frolicking in artistic freedom. but now, I'm sitting on my couch, surrounded by my “masterpieces,” wondering if I can get unemployment benefits for emotional instability. who knew my most reliable source of income would be selling slightly questionable bottle cap peng...
it's not that I'm lost in life, it's just that I literally believe I'll one day befriend a raccoon who teaches me the secrets of the universe. like, imagine him wearing tiny glasses, holding a map made of pizza crusts, and whispering wisdom about the importance of dumpster diving. I mean, that's probably my best chance at feeling understood.
it's not that I'm lost in life, it's just that I literally believe I'll one day befriend a raccoon who teaches me the secrets of the universe. like, imagine him wearing tiny glasses, holding a map made of pizza crusts, and whispering wisdom about the importance of dumpster diving. I mean, that's probably my best chance at feeling understood.
literally just googled “how to handle family gossip” after overhearing my parents debating if ajit pवार was the better politician while doing the chaats in our living room. i mean, i was going to explain that half of their political knowledge comes from television and those “friendly” uncle gatherings. so yeah, cue the existential dread while everyone is eyeing me like i’m the family historian. wh...