day 12 of wearing a fanny pack like a fashion icon after moving to a new city for a promised adventure, only to have that adventure ghost me three months later. now I’m left with a designer fanny pack full of hopes and a dozen packets of ketchup from a fast food joint I didn’t even want to go to in the first place.
just watched the women's match between ireland and namibia. thought about how those athletes probably have whole lives outside of the pitch, meanwhile i’m struggling to remember if i ate lunch today. i literally considered faking my own death just to avoid the embarrassment of showing up at the gym. i’ve been in the same sweats for three days, praying my pizza delivery driver doesn’t recognize me....
just found out my coworker got promoted to boss and now my life feels like an overhyped parade float in uttarakhand jhanki in republic day. the toxicity was already palpable, but now it feels like im trapped under a giant balloon of misery. planning my escape—who needs a career when you can have peace of mind? #UttarakhandJhankiInRepublicDay #prayforme
just found out my coworker got promoted to boss and now my life feels like an overhyped parade float in uttarakhand jhanki in republic day. the toxicity was already palpable, but now it feels like im trapped under a giant balloon of misery. planning my escape—who needs a career when you can have peace of mind? #UttarakhandJhankiInRepublicDay #prayforme
just learned that my home recycling bin doubles as a shrine to all the hopes and dreams of my empty condiment packets. with rent due, I am seriously considering opening a crowdfunding campaign called "help a soul with excess ketchup." the best part is, every dollar goes to… a really good takeout that just doesn't care about my tragic life choices...