I just spent an entire Saturday night browsing zillow like it's my next relationship. I mean, I clearly need a new space, but instead, I just bought ANOTHER succulent for the ones I’m trying to keep alive in my tiny apartment. My roommate caught me planning the color scheme for a house I can’t afford while wearing sweatpants that say "nothing matters." I guess I really am dating my hopes and dream...
bruh, just imagined how different my life would be if I chose to join that pottery class instead of going to the weird salsa dance workshop. like, instead of trying to shake my hips in public, I could be a ceramics goddess molding masterpieces. instead, I am covered in dance sweat, tripping over my own feet, and crafting a friendship with the neighbor's cat who also thinks I am a mess. turns out, ...
not gonna lie, last night my holiday dinner turned into a full-on intervention about my bizarre obsession with collecting rubber ducks. everyone sat around the table holding their wine glasses like they were doing an exorcism, asking if i felt empty inside. the twist? i really just wanted them to appreciate my highly curated 2001-2003 duck line. but here we are, discussing emotional trauma over the quacking version of my childhood dreams.
not gonna lie, last night my holiday dinner turned into a full-on intervention about my bizarre obsession with collecting rubber ducks. everyone sat around the table holding their wine glasses like they were doing an exorcism, asking if i felt empty inside. the twist? i really just wanted them to appreciate my highly curated 2001-2003 duck line. but here we are, discussing emotional trauma over the quacking version of my childhood dreams.
no because i just turned down an opportunity to lead a project—thought i could focus on “personal growth” or whatever—so now i'm watching someone else get a promotion for the very thing i said no to, and honestly, it feels like losing a contest i never signed up for. also, did you see the news about reena roy? girl was ready to leave it all behind for spirituality or something—makes me wonder if b...