last night, i realized—while reorganizing my sock drawer—that i’ve named my future pet cactus after someone i met once at a farmer's market. the cactus is called Gerald, because honestly—he just looked like a Gerald. who names a cactus, you ask? me. because it turns out—nobody in my life asked for my commitment to naming imaginary plants after strangers.
just realized that while kyle richards is busy reconciling with her husband, i’m over here trying to reconcile my sanity after a client emailed me for the tenth time today about a project that’s already done. honestly, the last time i had this many misunderstandings, i was in high school and convinced that my friend’s boyfriend was secretly into me. so, picture me, full funeral outfit ready for th...
not gonna lie, I changed everything about my playlist to impress a DJ I had a crush on. like, suddenly I was vibing with a hundred songs I'd never listened to, practicing how to look all cool at festivals. so there I was, dancing like I was in a neon tornado, and he was just sitting there scrolling on his phone, looking for someone else. I even memorized all the best local spots to ‘discuss art,’ and now I can't help but wonder if he knew the only canvas I was painting was my SADNESS in my bedroom. I swear, I’ve never regretted my love for deep house music so much... until I tripped over my own sadness like a drunken giraffe at a silent disco.
not gonna lie, I changed everything about my playlist to impress a DJ I had a crush on. like, suddenly I was vibing with a hundred songs I'd never listened to, practicing how to look all cool at festivals. so there I was, dancing like I was in a neon tornado, and he was just sitting there scrolling on his phone, looking for someone else. I even memorized all the best local spots to ‘discuss art,’ and now I can't help but wonder if he knew the only canvas I was painting was my SADNESS in my bedroom. I swear, I’ve never regretted my love for deep house music so much... until I tripped over my own sadness like a drunken giraffe at a silent disco.
bruh, when my boss dropped the "we're just disappointed" line about my project, i flashed back to that time i skipped class for the Timberwolves game and got busted. all i wanted was to dunk my grades and eat nachos, now here i am struggling just to stay afloat like the Timberwolves with all their injuries. lmao, if disappointment was currency, i could retire and pay off my Netflix bill, but nope,...