i was checking out the new nyrr logo for the first time and suddenly remembered how i tried running once. signed up for a 5k thinking it’d be fun, but when i got to the start line, i panicked and pretended to stretch while looking for an escape route. who knew running would turn out to be a secret club for people who can actually run? now i see this new logo and realize they rebranded while i’m st...
so there I was, scrolling through an abandoned vegan recipe book, wondering if I'd truly become the person who hoards kale pamphlets. turns out, my best friend was secretly trading our garden’s cucumbers for her favorite soap. guess who just started hand-picking zucchinis for their “artisanal" candle business... yeah, that’s me. #betrayal #unexpectedhobbies
last night, I had an epiphany while staring at the family photo wall—where did all these strange uncles come from? I mean, who knew Uncle Ted could recite Shakespeare, but only while juggling five jars of pickles? Isn’t it wild that in this chaos of oddball relatives—somehow my side hustle with hand-painted garden gnomes has started covering the costs of their “family reunions”? Who would have thought selling enchanted lawn décor would be the only thing stopping Aunt Lisa from hosting a “bring your pet rock” contest this summer?
last night, I had an epiphany while staring at the family photo wall—where did all these strange uncles come from? I mean, who knew Uncle Ted could recite Shakespeare, but only while juggling five jars of pickles? Isn’t it wild that in this chaos of oddball relatives—somehow my side hustle with hand-painted garden gnomes has started covering the costs of their “family reunions”? Who would have thought selling enchanted lawn décor would be the only thing stopping Aunt Lisa from hosting a “bring your pet rock” contest this summer?
it's not that I'm obsessed with those three dots. it's just... my therapist told me to reach out when I feel anxious. so I texted my landlord, thinking I was brave. now I'm sweating over whether that Dollar's worth anything when they realize I keep living in my mom's basement. like, maybe I should’ve just sent an emoticon. now I'm starting to think I'll have to declare a financial emergency at fam...