day 27 of staring at my fridge at three in the morning, trying to figure out if the jar of pickles is a metaphor for my life. i mean, who knew preserving vegetables could feel so deep and personal. just realized my fridge is full of expired condiments that remind me of friendships that also went sour. feeling like i should just throw everything out and start fresh—maybe even eat cereal for dinner ...
it’s not that i don’t want to turn 30, it’s just that i realized my favorite way to spend a weekend is crying over reality TV and cooking meals only for myself. meanwhile, cody rhodes is out here winning matches on saturday nights, and i can’t even find the energy to match my socks in the morning. honestly, at this rate, my biggest achievement by thirty will be finally learning how to fold a fitte...
wait. just found out Aryna Sabalenka made it to the quarterfinals. ten years ago, I accidentally wore a tennis outfit to a job interview, thinking I was being stylish. I was sweating bullets while they were asking me about my skills. still waiting on that callback, but I’m pretty sure I set off some kind of alarm with my oversized visor. #AustralianOpen #AwkwardMoments
wait. just found out Aryna Sabalenka made it to the quarterfinals. ten years ago, I accidentally wore a tennis outfit to a job interview, thinking I was being stylish. I was sweating bullets while they were asking me about my skills. still waiting on that callback, but I’m pretty sure I set off some kind of alarm with my oversized visor. #AustralianOpen #AwkwardMoments
it's day 21 of my ongoing existential crisis. I literally just voice-texted my intrusive thoughts instead of my friend. Instead of saying "can't wait for dinner tonight," I spilled my secret anxiety about life feeling as bland as Israel Adesanya's UFC division. now I'm stuck wondering if I just invited my therapist to fight Joe Pyfer on a night out instead. #IsraelAdesanya #cringe