so like, I found out my great-grandfather was a world-famous stamp collector, which is literally why I always get anxiety in post offices, like I’m gonna be judged by this ghost of philately or something. suddenly, my life makes sense, like, was I destined to obsess over paper currency and postal stationery? I can practically hear him whispering "you can’t let them judge your hobby," while I'm the...
last night, i was at a midnight snack raid in my fridge and somehow ended up creeping on my neighbor's food delivery tracker. it said their order was arriving in two minutes. i debated knocking on their door to “accidentally” bump into them while simultaneously choking on a frozen burrito…
it’s not that I thought I was special. it’s just that I literally helped launch the company mascot. yes, a literal plush frog named Felix. spent months designing his outfits and hashtags. two weeks later, I discovered they replaced Felix with a shiny new cat character that had a million followers. they don't even remember my name. so yeah, that felt like getting dumped for someone who’s younger and way cuter.
it’s not that I thought I was special. it’s just that I literally helped launch the company mascot. yes, a literal plush frog named Felix. spent months designing his outfits and hashtags. two weeks later, I discovered they replaced Felix with a shiny new cat character that had a million followers. they don't even remember my name. so yeah, that felt like getting dumped for someone who’s younger and way cuter.
just started collecting those little glass jars that fancy restaurants put stuff in because they literally became my only form of self-care after moving to a new city for someone who ghosted me three months later, and now my kitchen looks like a broke witch's apothecary with no potions, only expired condiments and half-hearted dreams of hosting dinner parties that never happen.