it's not that i'm panicking over the whole sakat chauth thing, it's just like, how is it that the moon has more plans than i do? literally just checked my calendar and realized i'm free that night. what am i supposed to do, stare at the sky while my neighbors are having dinner with their *families*... and i can barely keep my houseplants alive. is the universe trying to tell me something? because...
ngl, just sat through a whole meeting where my boss praised the wrong person for my brilliant idea, and I lowkey know they never actually fixed the sink in the break room even though they keep saying “we’ll handle it” every week. like, sorry, but the only thing getting handled here is MY GRUDGE. #justsayin #awkwardofficevibes
no because i just found out my partner has been texting their high school art teacher for "life advice" and now i'm spiraling because who even needs a paint palette when you've got unrequited creativity? like, am i the muse or the mystery box they're just using for color swatches?
no because i just found out my partner has been texting their high school art teacher for "life advice" and now i'm spiraling because who even needs a paint palette when you've got unrequited creativity? like, am i the muse or the mystery box they're just using for color swatches?
wait, so last new years, i stuffed my pockets with twelve grapes at midnight, thinking it would give me the luck of the universe, right? now im at this job that has me sending emails at 2am, and i literally dropped the grapes on the floor and spent twenty minutes picking them up while coworkers just stared like i was a fruit ninja who lost the plot. turns out, the only thing i manifested was my ow...