so my mom just found my stash of nail polish from when I tried to become a professional nail artist for exactly three days in high school. now she thinks I have a secret life. I didn't even know what a base coat was back then. she told my aunt I was like Van Gogh, but with nails. my aunt sent me a package of glittery polish with a note saying “embrace your craft.” I'm just sitting here wondering h...
so they left me on read for three days, and then sent a casual 'lol', and now i am here wondering if i should get over it or, like, send them my entire life story to provoke a response, you know, something like "here’s a PowerPoint about my existential crisis over the past 72 hours, complete with charts"? #whatdoidowithmyhands #sendhelp
last night, I literally wrote a thank you speech for an award I have not even been nominated for. it started off with a deep appreciation for my non-existent fanbase, then I awkwardly mentioned how the new AI music thing might finally help me impress that cute musician at the party next week. fast forward to my fridge—filled with expired snacks and no plans—realizing I may need to rethink my life choices before delivering my acceptance speech to my reflection. #AisNewestBreakthroughRevolutio #existentialcrisis
last night, I literally wrote a thank you speech for an award I have not even been nominated for. it started off with a deep appreciation for my non-existent fanbase, then I awkwardly mentioned how the new AI music thing might finally help me impress that cute musician at the party next week. fast forward to my fridge—filled with expired snacks and no plans—realizing I may need to rethink my life choices before delivering my acceptance speech to my reflection. #AisNewestBreakthroughRevolutio #existentialcrisis
it’s four in the morning and i just sent a twelve-part message about how the mailman is the coolest guy ever. turns out i texted the mailman, not my best friend. he read my entire deep dive into his delivery techniques and now thinks i have a CRUSH on him. i do not. maybe.