just found out my favorite sweater got a hole in it from the last time i wore it. now every time i see it hanging there i just feel annoyed, like why can't i have anything nice without something ruining it
so my parents thought buying a second refrigerator for the garage would help with their "kitchen clutter" but really it is now a mausoleum for the leftovers they forgot existed while draining their entire life savings to keep my sibling supplied with gourmet frozen burritos like that will solve everything, i mean... why not add a hot tub and just float away from reality at this point, right?
i went to a random little market today looking for something just to kill time and walked out with this gorgeous vase for three dollars that looks like it was plucked from a gallery, i thought i was going to be stuck browsing forever but wow, how did i get so lucky this time?
i went to a random little market today looking for something just to kill time and walked out with this gorgeous vase for three dollars that looks like it was plucked from a gallery, i thought i was going to be stuck browsing forever but wow, how did i get so lucky this time?
so here i am - realizing that my whole life has been a fancy game of dress-up funded by my parent's creative accounting while i stand in line for a refund on a rubber chicken costume i bought on a whim because apparently now that the truth is out i might as well embrace my absurd existence as a tax-fraud-themed clown in a tragicomedy no one wanted a ticket to.