saw a squirrel at the park today just staring at me, like it was judging my life choices or something, really felt that in my soul. like, am i the only one who thinks squirrels are the real life philosophers?
यार, इतना प्यारा था जब वो फसलें उगाई थी लेकिन अब बस ट्रैक्टर की धूल है। एक बार सोच रहा था, मैं किसानों की वाणी हूं, और वो लोन माफ की खबर सुनी, तो लगा ये किसका मजाक है।
so the va denied my claim because apparently no one wrote down anything about the time we were dodging bullets but they wanted "more documentation" like what am i supposed to do, bring a combat scrapbook? it’s all just a beautiful mess of bureaucratic nonsense, love it, just love it
so the va denied my claim because apparently no one wrote down anything about the time we were dodging bullets but they wanted "more documentation" like what am i supposed to do, bring a combat scrapbook? it’s all just a beautiful mess of bureaucratic nonsense, love it, just love it
so i go to buy a toaster because ours just decided it was DONE and i get there only to stand in front of these things like im trying to decode hieroglyphics while this guy beside me is holding a toaster like it’s some rare artifact. then my brain shuts down and i just leave with a loaf of bread, like is that what life has become?