last night, i turned down an invitation to a karaoke night with friends because i was “too tired,” but now i can't stop thinking about how i missed my chance to hear someone butcher ‘living on a prayer’ while doing the worm in a pizza-stained shirt. i will never recover from this.
literally just told a stranger at the gym that i am trying to manifest our future as a duo running a food truck together. they just laughed, but honestly, they seemed into it. now i can’t stop imagining us making organic kale smoothies and having a loyal customer base of quirky hipsters. we do not know each other’s names.
i have a ‘quick chat’ scheduled with my manager on Friday at four PM. this can only mean one thing: they are finally going to offer me a million-dollar promotion, right? i mean, who else would summon me for an hour of life-changing conversation other than someone ready to present my crown? but honestly, if it turns out they just want to talk about the office coffee machine again, i might just resign as a queen before the clock strikes five.
i have a ‘quick chat’ scheduled with my manager on Friday at four PM. this can only mean one thing: they are finally going to offer me a million-dollar promotion, right? i mean, who else would summon me for an hour of life-changing conversation other than someone ready to present my crown? but honestly, if it turns out they just want to talk about the office coffee machine again, i might just resign as a queen before the clock strikes five.
i just watched elena rybakina vs. elise mertens like it was the final episode of my favorite show. i found myself wondering if i’d have time to work on my life between analyzing every point. is it normal to care more about their match than my laundry situation? i'm not sure i can handle this much excitement when my biggest drama is trying to remember the last time i saw a human outside of a screen...