so i got this new job where i literally make fortune cookies, right? but the catch is, the company says my success depends on their "positive affirmations," which i think is code for literally just printing “you're gonna get rich” inside cookies and then charging people for the disappointment, like how is this even a real thing.
so the dog somehow got into the trash and i just walked into a whole buffet of moldy pizza and coffee grounds like is this the afterlife. and now i am left wondering if this is my life’s biggest fail or the world’s weirdest canine buffet, because somehow both sound equally plausible.
yar, matlab samjho na, aaj account check kiya toh pata chala ke khud ke liye ek choti si khaas cheez bhi afford nahi kar sakta. sab kuch toh khatam ho gaya, bills, grocery, aur bas kuch bhi nahi bacha…घर वाले समझते नहीं.
yar, matlab samjho na, aaj account check kiya toh pata chala ke khud ke liye ek choti si khaas cheez bhi afford nahi kar sakta. sab kuch toh khatam ho gaya, bills, grocery, aur bas kuch bhi nahi bacha…घर वाले समझते नहीं.
i literally miss the feeling of having extra cash to spend on stupid stuff, like books or concerts, but no one gets that when you send home money every month it feels like your whole life is just working to make someone else's dreams come true. i sit here eating rice and beans, and sometimes i just wish someone would ask me what i want for a change, you know?