why is it that i name my future pets after basketball players with someone i barely spoke to? like, we're over here calling our future goldfish LeBron and our hamster Steph like we’ve got this deep connection or something. and meanwhile, my heart is crying because the only thing i really remember about them is the awkward way they mentioned the NBA standings one time during that group project. the...
literally stayed loyal to a company that wouldn’t think twice about replacing me with a robot—maybe even less time than it takes for me to finish my coffee. like, I clock in every day, while they are probably just scrolling TikTok—totally indifferent to the chaos I’m managing. honestly, today’s gold rates are spiking, and I was here dreaming of collecting coins instead of the gold medals for ‘most...
not gonna lie, i literally keep buying elaborate watercolor sets even though i can barely draw a stick figure. like, i sit there all proud, imagining my future masterpieces, and then spend hours just doodling potato people instead. at this point, my entire art journey is just a very colorful shrine to my own mediocrity.
not gonna lie, i literally keep buying elaborate watercolor sets even though i can barely draw a stick figure. like, i sit there all proud, imagining my future masterpieces, and then spend hours just doodling potato people instead. at this point, my entire art journey is just a very colorful shrine to my own mediocrity.
wait, so I bought a life-sized cardboard cutout of a cat wearing a tuxedo. like, obviously I didn’t need it. but it was on sale. thirty percent off, which is basically free, right? now I’m just trying to convince myself that this suave feline is the new home decor that will transform my living room into an upscale lounge.