literally unsent a message but they replied anyway. so now we are just two people living in this awkward, silent universe where i know their deepest secret that they think i don’t know. like, should i wear my funeral outfit to the next awkward conversation? just in case?
it's not that i care too much about a goddess's blessings at Medaram, it's just that while everyone else is out there getting their fortunes blessed, i’m stuck in a board meeting watching my colleagues pretend we are the future of innovation. then, i get a notification saying they're prioritizing company "values." that’s rich coming from the people who'll replace me with a cheaper version next wee...
wait, i just realized my camera roll looks like evidence for a crime against hygiene. there are pictures of me cleaning out my fridge at three AM and somehow holding a mustard jar with a sticky note labeled “TOO OLD TO DEFEND.” at this point, i need a lawyer just to explain my poor life choices to myself.
wait, i just realized my camera roll looks like evidence for a crime against hygiene. there are pictures of me cleaning out my fridge at three AM and somehow holding a mustard jar with a sticky note labeled “TOO OLD TO DEFEND.” at this point, i need a lawyer just to explain my poor life choices to myself.
literally made eye contact with a stranger at the laundromat—now I am planning a wedding with them in my head. they have no idea, and I know their style is all wrong for my aesthetic. actually, what if they only like beige? the horror. I also checked the silver rate and thought about how that might affect my life choices—I mean, does this wedding need silver rings or not? I guess we will never kno...