yoo, honestly, after seeing all the Caleb Love hype, I just remembered my last failed attempt at team sports. I literally practiced shooting hoops alone for weeks, thinking I'd be the surprise star nobody saw coming. the only person I ended up mentoring was my cat, who didn't even show up to the championship game. so now I'm just sitting here, emotionally available but terrified someone will leave...
so, i forgave this person in public, you know, like a heroic act, but deep down, i can't shake the feeling that they probably stole my last piece of pizza during game night. i mean, come on, their record for abandoning people during crucial moments is worse than the Warriors' injury list right now. yet, here i am, living my life like everything's fine, while i'm already planning my exit strategy w...
have you ever woken up and realized you’ve been training like a warrior but the only battle you're fighting is with the grocery store self-checkout? i mean, here i am, living a life fueled by discount avocados and coupon strategies, and i just discovered my life goal is to unlock a level of domestic mediocrity that requires WAY too much effort. sometimes, i catch myself staring at the last slice of cold pizza in the fridge like it's the holy grail. am i grinding for greatness or just...really dedicated to being slightly less than a pizza person?
have you ever woken up and realized you’ve been training like a warrior but the only battle you're fighting is with the grocery store self-checkout? i mean, here i am, living a life fueled by discount avocados and coupon strategies, and i just discovered my life goal is to unlock a level of domestic mediocrity that requires WAY too much effort. sometimes, i catch myself staring at the last slice of cold pizza in the fridge like it's the holy grail. am i grinding for greatness or just...really dedicated to being slightly less than a pizza person?
i read that derrick white is flirting with a triple-double and all i could think was, that's what my last situationship did before ghosting me—made a promise, delivered nothing, and then just... poof. i thought i was in for a slam dunk but ended up with nothing but stale popcorn and my cat judging my life choices. i wonder if derrick gets nervous too—like, if only he knew how hard it is to shoot y...