I keep thinking about Ugo Humbert, and honestly, it hit me when I couldn't even remember what I wanted to say in a heated argument last week. I practiced my comeback in the mirror, feeling like a fierce warrior, but when it mattered, I just stood there like a deer in headlights. They probably think I’m on their side now, but deep down I’m just screaming “UGO HUMBERT!” as a mantra to block out the ...
wait. just found out my friends picked sides in a game of rock, paper, scissors. i ended up as paper when i thought i was definitely scissors. now i’m living in a world where my only job is to be squished. like, do they know how STRATEGIC scissors are?
last night, I spent three hours perfecting an argument in my head about why pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza. I had an entire PowerPoint presentation ready to go. then I remembered the last time I debated someone was in sixth grade over whether ghosts were real. I won that one, but I still sleep with a nightlight on.
last night, I spent three hours perfecting an argument in my head about why pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza. I had an entire PowerPoint presentation ready to go. then I remembered the last time I debated someone was in sixth grade over whether ghosts were real. I won that one, but I still sleep with a nightlight on.
literally just had my parents show up unannounced and walked them straight into my living room, which was a jungle of unfolded laundry and fast food wrappers—right when I was anxiously refreshing my phone to check my xat results. they looked horrified and I had to pretend I was rearranging my 'aesthetic' piles of junk while secretly stressing about how I didn’t even study for that exam. at this po...