it’s literally three in the morning and I just discovered that my private story got screenshotted by the new guy at work, who thinks it’s cool to scroll through my entire existential crisis, complete with me ranting about personal injury attorneys and how I’m convinced I will trip and fall over my own feelings. now I have to act like I don't have a total meltdown brewing in my head, but all I can ...
ever find yourself in a heated debate about whether pineapple belongs on pizza with a group of strangers? i just spent an hour passionately defending my position, feeling like a culinary superhero. then it hit me, nobody was even paying attention, they were just there for the free samples. all that energy, for a room full of people more invested in their snack choices than my pizza philosophy.
just found out the fancy cheese shop down the street gave my favorite brie to someone else. like, I was ready to get on one knee for that creamy wedge, and they just tossed it to some rando who probably asked for a discount or something. they say you should never be second choice, but apparently, even in cheese, that's not a guarantee. I can’t help but picture my brie living its best life with that stranger, hosting wine parties I was never invited to—life is cruel. #CheeseHeartbreak #SecondChoiceSadness
just found out the fancy cheese shop down the street gave my favorite brie to someone else. like, I was ready to get on one knee for that creamy wedge, and they just tossed it to some rando who probably asked for a discount or something. they say you should never be second choice, but apparently, even in cheese, that's not a guarantee. I can’t help but picture my brie living its best life with that stranger, hosting wine parties I was never invited to—life is cruel. #CheeseHeartbreak #SecondChoiceSadness
day 15 of obsessively googling why my houseplant keeps looking like it's auditioning for a horror movie. literally sent it a heartfelt text about how I’m here for it, just to watch those three dots blink like it’s choosing whether to reply with “thanks” or “why are you talking to me?” honestly, I have stronger connections with the last slice of pizza in my fridge.