last night, i overheard my parents making a plan to put my brother's name on a trophy for "Most Likely to Succeed" just to show it off to the neighbors. what they don’t know is i found his college report card tucked behind that trophy—a big fat C in “adulting.” i'm literally considering a staged intervention, like, surprise! let’s focus on your favorite child who doesn’t even know how to fold a fi...
last night, i caught my coworker bragging about my project at the bar—like, i had to do a double-take while sipping my drink. apparently, he thinks calling my design “innovative” gives him creative ownership? guess who got to hear my secret trick of using glitter glue to cover the mistakes—spoiler alert, he didn’t get any glitter in his pitch, just a cold reality check.
literally had my parents drop by unannounced and ngl, they walked into my living room looking like they'd just found a crime scene—like, why were my vintage board games displayed like a shrine next to three different half-finished puzzles? honestly, the betrayal came when my dad asked why I have so many candles and I had to admit it's for mood lighting… for my midnight snack sessions.
literally had my parents drop by unannounced and ngl, they walked into my living room looking like they'd just found a crime scene—like, why were my vintage board games displayed like a shrine next to three different half-finished puzzles? honestly, the betrayal came when my dad asked why I have so many candles and I had to admit it's for mood lighting… for my midnight snack sessions.
last night, i added up how much i spend on hobby classes that just make me feel tired. found out—after finally convincing myself to invest in some zen pottery class—that i'm no closer to inner peace and definitely no better at throwing clay. the irony? as i’m scrolling through this Hind Copper stock surge news, i'm wondering if maybe i should just sell my soul and become a day trader instead—it's ...