yooo, just sent the 'talking about them' text to THE actual person. it was meant for my best friend, but the universe said “betrayal.” now I am literally sitting here imagining them reading it, probably thinking I'm some obsessed weirdo who plans their entire future wedding in my head. so honestly, does today even matter anymore? like, are they even gonna look me in the eye again? # #awkwarsituati...
literally just found out my favorite band's biggest fan is a person who does competitive hopscotch. like, i spent an hour talking about their latest album and they kept insisting how hopscotch really brings out the creativity of their lyrics. obviously lying to myself, thinking i might join a tournament. that's not happening.
wait, so I literally told my friends I couldn't go out because I was helping my grandma move. she doesn't even live in this city. she doesn't even know I exist. I was just like, "sorry guys, big family stuff," while I sat at home, contemplating what weird sock combination would give me good luck. and now, they text me, "we are in the car!" and I’m just here, surrounded by my imaginary grandma's nonexistent furniture. what do I do now?
wait, so I literally told my friends I couldn't go out because I was helping my grandma move. she doesn't even live in this city. she doesn't even know I exist. I was just like, "sorry guys, big family stuff," while I sat at home, contemplating what weird sock combination would give me good luck. and now, they text me, "we are in the car!" and I’m just here, surrounded by my imaginary grandma's nonexistent furniture. what do I do now?
i was deep into my rabbit hole of eddie vedder's discography — playlisting my entire existence around his lyrics — when i accidentally liked a post from a fan page i was stalking. now that page thinks i'm one of those die-hard fans, but little do they know... i was actually looking for photos of his guitar from twenty years ago. now my algorithm is corrupted. what if they invite me to a fan meetup...