if I had chosen to become a professional origami artist instead of my current job, I’d probably be sitting on a throne made of a thousand paper cranes right now. like, obviously, that choice would have led to fame, fortune, and endless craft supplies. instead, here I am, still folding the corner of my notebook while plotting my escape to a zen garden. obviously my new nickname would be “the paper ...
day 17 of pretending i am a sports analyst. i practiced my reaction to the good news that florida a&m won against jackson state. i stood in my living room—completely empty, just me and my cereal bowl—and cheered like i just found out i won a trip to the Bahamas. then my neighbor knocked on the wall and i realized—what if they think i'm screaming because of a personal crisis? now i'm spiraling abou...
not gonna lie, just read the news about Coby White and my heart sank like it always does. like every time i think i’m moving on, life slaps me with another painful reminder of my EX… that yogurt flavor everyone tells me is too sweet. i keep going back, just like they keep bringing him back. maybe someday i’ll stop adding whipped cream to that disaster of a frozen treat, but until then, i’m doomed to my icy regret. so cheers to whatever this next season brings, if only to distract myself from the yogurt dilemma. #CobyWhite #yogurtconfessions
not gonna lie, just read the news about Coby White and my heart sank like it always does. like every time i think i’m moving on, life slaps me with another painful reminder of my EX… that yogurt flavor everyone tells me is too sweet. i keep going back, just like they keep bringing him back. maybe someday i’ll stop adding whipped cream to that disaster of a frozen treat, but until then, i’m doomed to my icy regret. so cheers to whatever this next season brings, if only to distract myself from the yogurt dilemma. #CobyWhite #yogurtconfessions
so there I was, scrolling through random conspiracy theories at three AM, contemplating how pigeons are actually government drones. I mean, can we really trust the birds? what if they are watching us while I struggle to peel myself off the couch. I swear, one more hour of this and I am definitely going to need a new hobby—like learning how to communicate telepathically with my plants or something…...