it's not that i don't want to help my neighbor find their lost cat, it’s just… last time they asked me, i ended up in a heated debate about why squirrels should really be considered the ultimate gymnasts. so now they need space, and then bam! there’s a picture of them holding a fluffy golden retriever that *isn't* even their cat. makes you wonder what happened to their hunting skills, right? but h...
ever look out at the weather forecast and just wonder if it's all a lie? like today’s report was rain, clouds, and possible thunder. sounds familiar, right? but somehow, all that drama had me running after the bus instead of contemplating the whole existence thing. the bus, of course, took off without me, which led me to concoct a life story for the person who boarded it—a potential heartthrob or ...
wait, so I’m sitting here staring at a half-empty carton of expired almond milk—like what kind of self-respecting adult buys almond milk without checking the date—and my landlord is texting me about that rent while I’m wondering if I can take a nap long enough to wake up with a newfound skill in balloon animal making or something, so I could just start a party entertainment business that lasts exactly three days, just long enough to cover this month’s dues, but then—get this—I start thinking, what if my future kids, the ones I named in my head without a partner, have their own cringe-worthy reality show because their names scream mid-life crisis nostalgia and I can't even afford to keep the lights on for them to roll their eyes in disappointment about me ruining their lives before they eve...
wait, so I’m sitting here staring at a half-empty carton of expired almond milk—like what kind of self-respecting adult buys almond milk without checking the date—and my landlord is texting me about that rent while I’m wondering if I can take a nap long enough to wake up with a newfound skill in balloon animal making or something, so I could just start a party entertainment business that lasts exactly three days, just long enough to cover this month’s dues, but then—get this—I start thinking, what if my future kids, the ones I named in my head without a partner, have their own cringe-worthy reality show because their names scream mid-life crisis nostalgia and I can't even afford to keep the lights on for them to roll their eyes in disappointment about me ruining their lives before they eve...
so, with this UGC Kya Hai kaanun drama happening, I had an actual argument with my shampoo bottle about how I literally went into the 'practical' career path instead of chasing dreams. like, while I was shampooing my hair, I thought, "what if I'd become a poet instead of this nine-to-five misery?" then I realized I don't even like words that much. the weird thing is, my friends all keep sending me...