...and then i caught myself saying “money doesn’t grow on trees” the other day while telling my friend why we can’t just book that weekend trip to the beach, like who am i even? this from the person who still plays video games instead of doing adult stuff. it's like, is adulting just a fancy way of saying “worry about money and forget fun”? why can’t we have both?
honestly, waiting for a text back is basically a mini horror movie. so I waited like 20 whole minutes, heart racing, then finally get a reply that just says “ok.” like, did I just go through a rollercoaster of emotions for an “ok”? anyways, now I’m just here contemplating life choices while staring at my half-finished puzzle of a cat wearing a sombrero…
can we just talk about how my landlord raised the rent—like, seriously??—what am I supposed to do with that? start a GoFundMe for my living expenses? I guess I could just live in my car but that feels like a step too far, right? why does adulting have to be such a mood?
can we just talk about how my landlord raised the rent—like, seriously??—what am I supposed to do with that? start a GoFundMe for my living expenses? I guess I could just live in my car but that feels like a step too far, right? why does adulting have to be such a mood?
ngl, my phone battery died right when I was about to text my friend to bail me out of this super awkward party—like, who even throws a gathering on a Tuesday? now I'm just sitting here pretending to enjoy this small talk with someone who keeps talking about their cat’s diet.