not gonna lie, the other day I had this really deep conversation with a stranger about how we both secretly love pets. like, I literally started naming future cats and dogs we might have together. fast forward to now, I realize I've only met them once and we barely exchanged five sentences. now I am here naming pets for a hypothetical life that doesn't even exist. should I be worried or just prepa...
i just found out lorenzo musetti is doing big things, and like, it hit me hard. like the time i prepared a speech for my high school valedictorian, only to find out i was actually just giving a toast at my cousin's wedding. who knew wedding crashers were a thing? my life is basically a tennis match of missed serves. anyways, now i am wondering if my 'pursuit of greatness' translates into existenti...
the way that i just unsent a message to my landlord about my neighbor’s weird llama obsession — you know, to avoid any unnecessary drama — only to realize they already saw it. now i’m stuck thinking if they’ll bring it up, or worse, if they’ll send a llama to my front door as a joke. i can already imagine the surprise party, with the llama wearing a party hat—what if they throw the best surprise of my life right back at me?
the way that i just unsent a message to my landlord about my neighbor’s weird llama obsession — you know, to avoid any unnecessary drama — only to realize they already saw it. now i’m stuck thinking if they’ll bring it up, or worse, if they’ll send a llama to my front door as a joke. i can already imagine the surprise party, with the llama wearing a party hat—what if they throw the best surprise of my life right back at me?
last night, I found myself diving deep into a rabbit hole about Raphael Collignon and realized I know more about his tennis stats than I do about my own personal goals. I literally scheduled my entire week around his matches, yet my laundry is still sitting in the corner, glaring at me like it’s judging my life choices. talk about putting my heart into something that gives nothing back—he doesn’t ...