literally had my parents drop by unannounced and ngl, they walked into my living room looking like they'd just found a crime scene—like, why were my vintage board games displayed like a shrine next to three different half-finished puzzles? honestly, the betrayal came when my dad asked why I have so many candles and I had to admit it's for mood lighting… for my midnight snack sessions.
last night, i added up how much i spend on hobby classes that just make me feel tired. found out—after finally convincing myself to invest in some zen pottery class—that i'm no closer to inner peace and definitely no better at throwing clay. the irony? as i’m scrolling through this Hind Copper stock surge news, i'm wondering if maybe i should just sell my soul and become a day trader instead—it's ...
no because my boss literally cornered me with a 'fun' volunteer opportunity this weekend. guess who found out they get PAID and still made ME take the shift? meanwhile, i discovered a new conspiracy that every house party i’ve missed was just to lure us into some housing cult for #GenZYears. apparently the key to home ownership is drinking overpriced coffee and wearing vintage clothes? might just binge-watch home renovation shows while my friends silently resent my existence. i KNOW they’re texting each other about how they’d rather eat bugs than let me move in with them. #HousingCult
no because my boss literally cornered me with a 'fun' volunteer opportunity this weekend. guess who found out they get PAID and still made ME take the shift? meanwhile, i discovered a new conspiracy that every house party i’ve missed was just to lure us into some housing cult for #GenZYears. apparently the key to home ownership is drinking overpriced coffee and wearing vintage clothes? might just binge-watch home renovation shows while my friends silently resent my existence. i KNOW they’re texting each other about how they’d rather eat bugs than let me move in with them. #HousingCult
it's 2am and i'm literally sitting on my couch scrolling through the latest Bill Cosby news, half-eaten bag of chips in my lap, when it hits me—this is what holding on to toxic friendships feels like. my aunt kept texting me for months about "hanging out," which was her way of making sure I still felt like a 'good person' while she dumped her chaos onto me. the punchline? when I finally told her I...