so this morning i accidentally spilled coffee all over the only shirt that looks halfway decent for work, then spent the whole bus ride trying to wipe it off with a napkin that just made it worse, and i still showed up late feeling like a total mess.
बस, अब समझ आया कि कैसे लोग एक दूसरे के लिए अजनबी बनते हैं - वो प्रमोशन्स जो कभी मेरे नाम पर थे अब उन सबको मिल रहे हैं, मैं उसी पुरानी एक बेडरूम के फ्लैट में बैठा हूँ, और सोचता हूँ कि मेरा वेतन बस कुछ जज़्बातों का घर है जो ख्वाब में भी नहीं मिलेंगे - बास्केट में सड़ते फल की तरह ये नौकरी अब खत्म होने को है।
so i bought a jar of pickles today but couldn't find a single jar opener in the entire universe. had to resort to banging it on the counter like a caveman while imagining what it would be like if dinosaurs still roamed the earth, i mean, why do i have a degree and can't open a pickle jar?
so i bought a jar of pickles today but couldn't find a single jar opener in the entire universe. had to resort to banging it on the counter like a caveman while imagining what it would be like if dinosaurs still roamed the earth, i mean, why do i have a degree and can't open a pickle jar?
lost custody because apparently you need a lawyer for basic rights and my ex had a trust fund, so cheers to being the better parent with no legal backup, guess that doesnt matter when the judge is sipping on gold-plated coffee or whatever. love how the system's just a high-stakes game of monopoly where im bankrupt and hes collecting all the properties.