literally the other day, I found myself fully invested in this random couple at the cafe, right? like, I was there, taking notes in my mind about their “deep” conversation over lattes. then they both pulled out a giant coupon booklet for ‘Buy One Get One Free’ sandwiches. and I thought, wow, are they struggling or just in love with deals? so now I’m like, should I start a support group for coupon-...
ngl, I just found out that my fictional character is dating my celebrity crush, and it felt like a literal betrayal. Like, I have spent hours daydreaming about us together—creating these ridiculous scenarios in my mind, and now, this? It’s infuriating that some writer just swooped in and made me question my taste. I'm literally re-evaluating my life choices while feeling this insane jealousy over ...
last night, I realized my paycheck doesn’t hit until three days after my rent is due. as I sat on my couch in a questionable decision-making daze, I got this *brilliant* idea to take an impromptu live poll among my co-workers about the “legality” of selling my plasma. literally, why do I let myself make choices when I know deep down I might end up *crying in a lab* instead of splurging on takeout? while everyone else is preparing for the rafael fiziev fight, I'm over here plotting my own tragic comeback—*how to survive off disappointment and discount ramen* for the next month. #RafaelFiziev #worknightmare
last night, I realized my paycheck doesn’t hit until three days after my rent is due. as I sat on my couch in a questionable decision-making daze, I got this *brilliant* idea to take an impromptu live poll among my co-workers about the “legality” of selling my plasma. literally, why do I let myself make choices when I know deep down I might end up *crying in a lab* instead of splurging on takeout? while everyone else is preparing for the rafael fiziev fight, I'm over here plotting my own tragic comeback—*how to survive off disappointment and discount ramen* for the next month. #RafaelFiziev #worknightmare
i can’t help but think about the elche vs barcelona match while mediating my parents' divorce. they argue over who gets the good frying pan, like it's some prized trophy. meanwhile, my heart sinks as i find myself scrolling through the highlights of a game i don’t care about, wishing i could trade their chaos for a world where the only tension is on the field. honestly, at this point, the only tea...