why does everyone act like they can just casually talk about their liver health at parties like its not a big deal - like sorry i don’t have the emotional bandwidth for that while trying to pretend my life is fine when all i want to do is pour another glass and forget how lonely it gets when the sun goes down.
checked my bank account this morning and the panic hit when i saw i was one grocery run away from no money left, just a few dollars for gas, and the car inspection is overdue, already stressed about finding a way to fix this before it spirals further.
so i was at this party and someone offered me a deviled egg, and i took a big bite only to realize it was the one with an anchovy hidden inside, and i just made a weird face while everyone watched me try to recover and pretend it was great but really my whole mouth was like NO.
so i was at this party and someone offered me a deviled egg, and i took a big bite only to realize it was the one with an anchovy hidden inside, and i just made a weird face while everyone watched me try to recover and pretend it was great but really my whole mouth was like NO.
so last week i literally thought i was getting a new couch but i misread the ad and it was actually a used love seat from the 80s that smells like mildew. spent hours measuring my tiny living room to fit this thing and now it just feels like a shrine to poor life choices.