honestly, I created this whole backstory for the guy sitting next to me on the bus. I imagined he was a disgraced sports manager for Alianza Lima, down on his luck after Jesús Castillo got injured. as I daydreamed about his life unraveling, he pulled out a crumpled newspaper with the headline about that exact game being untelevised. turns out he was just a guy on his way to a job that barely pays ...
are we seriously talking about cloud gaming? like, i had this whole vision where i’m just chilling in my living room, gaming like a king while the real world crumbles around me. instead, i’m literally over here refreshing a feed that is clearly *not* giving me the validation i need. my future kids’ names? yeah, they’re all named after characters from a game i *thought* i’d conquer. and now that ne...
just realized i spent fifteen minutes calculating how long it would take to save for a new set of culinary knives. only to remember i can't cook and the last time i used a knife was to slice a bag of frozen vegetables in a panic. so here i am, practically sharpening a credit card while fantasizing about hosting dinner parties that never happen.
just realized i spent fifteen minutes calculating how long it would take to save for a new set of culinary knives. only to remember i can't cook and the last time i used a knife was to slice a bag of frozen vegetables in a panic. so here i am, practically sharpening a credit card while fantasizing about hosting dinner parties that never happen.
no because everyone acts like adulting is about managing responsibilities and being productive—meanwhile, I’m up at 3 a.m. scrolling through conspiracy theories about how the moon landing was faked. I mean, should I really be concerned about the laundry piling up when NASA might be hiding something bigger than my inability to fold a fitted sheet? I think I’m losing sleep over which side I’d take i...