what if i told you my entire life philosophy hinged on the idea that trusting the process is the way to true happiness? so, i made a playlist titled "Love in Quarters." i confidently thought that channeling my energy into manifesting my true love through a selection of barista-turned-celeb-inspired breakup ballads would magically lead me to a heartwarming rom-com moment. instead, i just spent a Sa...
yooo, just caught my coworker literally pretending my project is their brainchild while I’m sitting here like, "are you for real?" i mean, what is this, a workplace reality show? also, do they think I don’t know they stole my whole idea right after my post-it note magically disappeared? am i living in a bizarre episode of Arknights Endfield where I’m the only one without a cool combat code? i shou...
the way that i just accidentally liked a photo from forty-seven weeks ago, and now my thumbs feel like they’re being summoned to testify in court, while my couch, my unwavering companion, is judging me for making such a careless, irreversible decision. not gonna lie, the existential dread of knowing they probably saw it and now envision a dramatic ‘like vs dislike’ showdown in the comments haunts me more than my Wi-Fi connection dropping during a pivotal moment in a video call.
the way that i just accidentally liked a photo from forty-seven weeks ago, and now my thumbs feel like they’re being summoned to testify in court, while my couch, my unwavering companion, is judging me for making such a careless, irreversible decision. not gonna lie, the existential dread of knowing they probably saw it and now envision a dramatic ‘like vs dislike’ showdown in the comments haunts me more than my Wi-Fi connection dropping during a pivotal moment in a video call.
yooo, just checked my kitchen pantry and it looks like my rice supply has become the next great modern art installation. did i really think i could live off three types of expired pasta? should i be discussing my financial choices with the one box of coconut milk from 2018? if the neighbors peek through the window, will they judge me for hoarding carbs like i’m preparing for a post-apocalyptic sna...