yooo, so I discovered my neighbor's secret stash of glitter—like, an ungodly amount of glitter, in every shade imaginable. it's tucked away behind their garden gnomes, looking like a disco ball exploded in their backyard. and now, I have a dilemma—do I tell them I know, risking my entire relationship with the only person who appreciates my weird obsessions? but what if I turn them in? I mean, what...
not gonna lie, I once literally got caught red-handed in a public bathroom attempting to create a human sculpture out of hand soap. like, I was totally focused, convinced I could make something majestic, when suddenly this stranger walks in, and I just froze, hands covered in foamy disaster. their look was so priceless I kinda wished I had my phone to capture it—like, here I am in a quest for arti...
yooo, so I was in this pottery class, right? and the instructor goes, “you really need to feel the clay, embrace it.” so there I am, palms sweaty, acting like I’m in a therapy session. bruh, when they asked how it felt to create, I panicked and said, “thank you?” like I just got a free sample at a farmer’s market. now I’m the person who claps at movies just for showing up, and I can't even...
yooo, so I was in this pottery class, right? and the instructor goes, “you really need to feel the clay, embrace it.” so there I am, palms sweaty, acting like I’m in a therapy session. bruh, when they asked how it felt to create, I panicked and said, “thank you?” like I just got a free sample at a farmer’s market. now I’m the person who claps at movies just for showing up, and I can't even...
wait. my boss introduced me to the new intern as 'just a friend' during the office icebreaker. like, who brings their friend's emotional support animal to a workplace party? so there I was, dodging questions about my “cat” while the poor intern looked confused. great. now I’m labeled as the crazy cat person with NO cat. thanks, Karen.