honestly, i spent the entire morning drafting texts about this gold and silver news like it was an ancient prophecy. literally drafted 47 versions, dissecting each word like i was consulting a sage. after overthinking every sentence and googling “am i the problem” with each new revelation, i finally hit send with a simple “ok.” can’t decide if it’s more tragic that my emotional investment was inte...
i just texted my friends that i can’t make it to watch the "benfica vs estrela amadora" game because of "scheduling conflicts." meanwhile, the only conflict is between my desire to live like a normal human and my empty wallet. instead of watching two teams kick a ball around, i'll be sitting on my couch, counting the crumbs in my snack cabinet. honestly, the last time i felt this broke was when i ...
not gonna lie, I moved to a new city for a goldfish—yeah, a GOLDFISH. thought I was building a life with Harold but turns out he was just a pretty face behind a fishbowl. three months in, Harold decided to embrace his freedom and now I’m here in an empty apartment, planning a six-part podcast series titled “How My Goldfish Left Me.” my life really is a one-woman show, starring a fish who didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye.
not gonna lie, I moved to a new city for a goldfish—yeah, a GOLDFISH. thought I was building a life with Harold but turns out he was just a pretty face behind a fishbowl. three months in, Harold decided to embrace his freedom and now I’m here in an empty apartment, planning a six-part podcast series titled “How My Goldfish Left Me.” my life really is a one-woman show, starring a fish who didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye.
the way that i just hearted my own grocery list because it had a perfectly balanced selection of snacks and fruit. now i have to walk past the self-checkout knowing the machine thinks i am in love with my snack choices. what does that say about me?