wait, how did i spend the last decade organizing my life around *absolutely nothing*? like, who needs a thriving garden of exotic plants when you can cultivate a collection of takeout menus? i’ve played catch-up so many times it feels like i’m running a marathon with flip-flops on. honestly, am i prioritizing comfort or just being lazy? maybe both. if only being a certified takeout expert came wit...
honestly, I’ve noticed that our beloved neighbor has this bizarre ritual where they wear mismatched socks every Wednesday, like it’s some secret homage to the universe or something. it’s literally like clockwork and now I can’t look at them the same way—like, are you trying to align your chakras with a clown aesthetic?
i saw the news about E15 and got inspired to treat myself. bought a retro vinyl player thinking it would ignite my long-lost passion for music. fast forward to opening the credit card bill and realizing my musical aspirations are now competing with ramen noodles for dinner. who knew reliving my '90s childhood would cost me a grocery budget? #E15 #treatyourself
i saw the news about E15 and got inspired to treat myself. bought a retro vinyl player thinking it would ignite my long-lost passion for music. fast forward to opening the credit card bill and realizing my musical aspirations are now competing with ramen noodles for dinner. who knew reliving my '90s childhood would cost me a grocery budget? #E15 #treatyourself
not gonna lie, I literally just found a six-legged centipede in my sock drawer and now I can’t sleep. like, what if this is how I go out? honestly, why do I even have socks that I don’t remember buying? is my wardrobe actually an archive of questionable life choices?