not gonna lie, i pretended to know what to do when i heard about the vote centers opening. now, every time i mention it, people nod like i’m some political savant, but i literally just googled “how to vote” for the first time yesterday. my entire friend group thinks i’m all about civic duty when really, i’m just a hot mess navigating through a maze of confusion and... what do they even do with all...
it’s 2am and i am standing in my kitchen, staring at a half-empty jar of pickled beets. i remember when the people i once called friends would come over for spontaneous dinners—now it’s just me, a faded Instagram story from two months ago, and a couple of emojis that never really meant anything. i scroll through my contacts and realize the only number i want to call is the one for takeout—how did ...
i just saw that new archbishop news about new orleans and, honestly, it’s hitting different. people think i’m fine, posting my food and laughing at memes. but when the weekend comes, i’m just staring at my walls, feeling more alone than a Sunday sermon with nobody in the pews. they see my posts, but nobody knows i can barely scrape together rent after another month of hidden debt, and it's exhausting pretending like i'm not just one step from… um… i don’t know, moving in with a family of raccoons? #NewOrleans #struggling
i just saw that new archbishop news about new orleans and, honestly, it’s hitting different. people think i’m fine, posting my food and laughing at memes. but when the weekend comes, i’m just staring at my walls, feeling more alone than a Sunday sermon with nobody in the pews. they see my posts, but nobody knows i can barely scrape together rent after another month of hidden debt, and it's exhausting pretending like i'm not just one step from… um… i don’t know, moving in with a family of raccoons? #NewOrleans #struggling
ok but I literally just texted my neighbor about the weird smell coming from their garage - like a mix of burnt popcorn and something rotten, honestly, and now I’m staring at those three dots like it’s the Olympic Games of awkwardness. what if they think I'm the busybody with nothing better to do, or worse, what if they didn’t even notice the smell and I just ruined my shot at casual summer barbec...