last night i found out my friends split into two camps over the 'nuggets vs hornets' game, and somehow, i ended up in the camp that thinks LaMelo Ball is a breakfast cereal. like, when did this happen? was i in the wrong group chat this whole time? while my so-called friends argued over sports stats, i was just trying to remember what day of the week it is. now i have to evaluate my life choices a...
it’s day 12 of pretending I’m totally fine while declining plans to “rest” when in reality I’m just plotting my elaborate revenge against Lokesh Kanagaraj for ignoring the greatest sequel of all time. watched everyone discuss the power-packed movie details and remembered I had to eat instant noodles for the next two weeks. feels like i’m crafting a heart-wrenching drama of my own, starring my bank...
not gonna lie, my neighbor's cat has become my emotional support animal during tax season. i follow her on social media and send her daily updates about my life. she probably does not know i exist. but every time she sits by the window, i take it as a sign that my hustle is paying off. can someone please tell her about the 1099s? #parasocial #supportcat
not gonna lie, my neighbor's cat has become my emotional support animal during tax season. i follow her on social media and send her daily updates about my life. she probably does not know i exist. but every time she sits by the window, i take it as a sign that my hustle is paying off. can someone please tell her about the 1099s? #parasocial #supportcat
wait, just found myself crafting a whole tragic backstory for the main character in that show, while sitting on my couch, snacks untouched, and thinking about how I’m still single and watch fictional love stories like a spectator. so here I am, contemplating if it would make me feel better to fantasize about a love that can't even be translated into my sad reality. the snack just keeps falling on ...