it's not that I mind wearing my sweater that has a tiny hole, it's just... like, why do I even have it? I spent three hours today explaining the delicate intricacies of why a purple paint swatch is “just not vibing” with the golden hour light in a meeting no one asked for, and in the end, they just approved the neon orange anyway. like, my whole life is now defined by a choice I didn’t even make.
the way that every time i finally think im figuring out my book club, they just change the book on me like im in a bad romcom. this month it was "War and Peace" which honestly, feels more like "War and Nope" to me, especially since we read "Twilight" last month and i had just memorized the glittering vampire dialogue! like, i get it, i need to grow, but can we chill with the 1200 pages? who has ti...
literally just found out I've been saying 'scone' like 'scon' my whole life, ngl I thought it rhymed with 'gone' when it actually sounds like 'cone'?? like what even is a scone anyway? I ordered one last week at this little cafe on 5th and Elm and the barista just kinda looked at me like I’d grown a third arm or something.
literally just found out I've been saying 'scone' like 'scon' my whole life, ngl I thought it rhymed with 'gone' when it actually sounds like 'cone'?? like what even is a scone anyway? I ordered one last week at this little cafe on 5th and Elm and the barista just kinda looked at me like I’d grown a third arm or something.
so like i just realized the hot new avocado toast spot on 3rd street has a **literally** big mural of my ex’s face on it, like is that a sign or am I just hungry? anyway, I walked in and asked for a kale smoothie and the barista goes, “that’ll be $8.50” and I lowkey thought “this better come with a hug” but honestly it was bomb, so who’s really winning here?