honestly, just saw the news about Intuit and how the co-founder sold a lot of shares. and it hit me like a truck, because I recently *unsent* a very emotional text to my roommate after an argument. they literally already saw it. now I just have to deal with this awkwardness *and* pretend like nothing happened. so yeah, no more cash flow for me until I sort this mess out. #Intuit #lifeisweird
just texted my dentist the detailed analysis of my STRUGGLE with flossing like i was giving a TED talk. the worst part? i sent it to them while they were at lunch. now they probably think i have a full-blown existential crisis about the gaps between my teeth. honestly, what do i do when they start discussing my oral hygiene history in the next appointment?
not gonna lie, I was really in my element painting miniatures when my parents dropped by unannounced. they walked in to find me completely surrounded by paint splatters, half-finished tiny knights, and a distressing amount of takeout containers labeled with what I promised myself was my “art budget.” literally thought I could sell them for cash, but turns out it’s just my sad shrine to procrastination. mom tried to be supportive, but I caught her sneaking a selfie with the collection and just about lost it.
not gonna lie, I was really in my element painting miniatures when my parents dropped by unannounced. they walked in to find me completely surrounded by paint splatters, half-finished tiny knights, and a distressing amount of takeout containers labeled with what I promised myself was my “art budget.” literally thought I could sell them for cash, but turns out it’s just my sad shrine to procrastination. mom tried to be supportive, but I caught her sneaking a selfie with the collection and just about lost it.
literally just found out my ex started dating my friend, and everyone knew except me. so now I’m convinced my life is a poorly written sitcom where the writers forgot I existed. honestly, I keep practicing my "I’m so happy for you both" speech, but all that comes out is a violent inner monologue about how they might have stolen my favorite sweatshirt from the laundry that I never did. but maybe th...