ever been three days away from paycheck day, staring blankly at a fridge full of expired condiments and half a lemon? my life has become a bizarre episode of a cooking show where the only dish is literally whatever you can create from a jar of pickles and the overwhelming urge to sob uncontrollably.
the way that i just remembered my sibling borrowed money from me two years ago, under the guise of “just for now.” now i find myself scrolling through the news about redistricting, trying to figure out how this relates to my life. honestly, i can’t help but feel like my finances are just as lost as that congressional seat. i’m literally going to start charging interest just to get my dignity back....
wait, so i just found out that the guy at the party last night who spent an hour talking about his 14 sock collections is literally making more money than i am? how does someone earn more while having a hobby that sounds like a dare for a third grader? honestly, i was just trying to compliment his dedication, not make awkward life comparisons.
wait, so i just found out that the guy at the party last night who spent an hour talking about his 14 sock collections is literally making more money than i am? how does someone earn more while having a hobby that sounds like a dare for a third grader? honestly, i was just trying to compliment his dedication, not make awkward life comparisons.
literally just added up all the random subscriptions I forgot about, and now I’m contemplating selling my left arm to afford the existential crisis. I honestly can’t believe I’m keeping a professional skydiving tutorial active while sitting in my living room, perpetually fearful of chairs.