just realized my latest 'treat yourself' impulse buy was a two hundred dollar yoga mat. saw it during a midnight scrolling session and convinced myself it was the key to inner peace. now that the credit card bill is here, i wonder if medvedev's decision to stick with russian citizenship could somehow inspire me to live like a financially reckless tennis star. where’s my glorious comeback, and will...
last night, I scrolled through my camera roll and suddenly questioned every life choice I’ve ever made. why do I have six blurry pictures of my barista smiling while I awkwardly take a sip of my drink? I thought they were candid moments of connection, but really, it looks like I was practicing for a mugshot. how did I end up here, collecting evidence for a case against my social skills?
not gonna lie, my situationship just introduced me as "a friend" at a plant store. like—i stood there holding a succulent that looks like a bad hair day while trying to act nonchalant. do they not see the entire backstory of my horticultural obsession? or should i start using the term "friend" for the random leftovers in my fridge too?
not gonna lie, my situationship just introduced me as "a friend" at a plant store. like—i stood there holding a succulent that looks like a bad hair day while trying to act nonchalant. do they not see the entire backstory of my horticultural obsession? or should i start using the term "friend" for the random leftovers in my fridge too?
honestly, now that I have to fold laundry while preparing a PowerPoint about team synergy and contemplating what my next meal will be, I get why adults are always tired—it's like living in a real-life game of Jenga but the blocks are your sanity, your workout plan, and your will to cook. literally, I spent an hour staring at my closet debating if I should finally wear that shirt with the avocado o...