wait, so I just spent like an hour perfecting my sock collection. like, I really thought I needed a system for the wild animal prints vs the more chill colors — had a whole spreadsheet going, full-on Excel skills for it... anyway, turns out the pink flamingo socks just needed to be on the same shelf as the dark blue ones but I thought I could color-code them or whatever, and honestly, I think I ne...
it's not that I mind wearing my sweater that has a tiny hole, it's just... like, why do I even have it? I spent three hours today explaining the delicate intricacies of why a purple paint swatch is “just not vibing” with the golden hour light in a meeting no one asked for, and in the end, they just approved the neon orange anyway. like, my whole life is now defined by a choice I didn’t even make.
the way that every time i finally think im figuring out my book club, they just change the book on me like im in a bad romcom. this month it was "War and Peace" which honestly, feels more like "War and Nope" to me, especially since we read "Twilight" last month and i had just memorized the glittering vampire dialogue! like, i get it, i need to grow, but can we chill with the 1200 pages? who has time for that? so now i’m considering just showing up and dramatically reading the last page like *surprise!* he was actually dead the whole time.
the way that every time i finally think im figuring out my book club, they just change the book on me like im in a bad romcom. this month it was "War and Peace" which honestly, feels more like "War and Nope" to me, especially since we read "Twilight" last month and i had just memorized the glittering vampire dialogue! like, i get it, i need to grow, but can we chill with the 1200 pages? who has time for that? so now i’m considering just showing up and dramatically reading the last page like *surprise!* he was actually dead the whole time.
literally just found out I've been saying 'scone' like 'scon' my whole life, ngl I thought it rhymed with 'gone' when it actually sounds like 'cone'?? like what even is a scone anyway? I ordered one last week at this little cafe on 5th and Elm and the barista just kinda looked at me like I’d grown a third arm or something.