not gonna lie, I just named my future pet lizard after someone I exchanged three sentences with in a comment section. I mean, we've basically built a bond over mutual disdain for that awful trending dance, right? I can't wait to tell them about it, but then again, they probably think I’m just that person who writes long essays on TikTok videos. I guess my lizard will just have to carry the burden ...
bruh, my parents showed up unannounced and caught me in my messy glory. my laundry is currently more complex than a tennis player's serve, with socks paired with actual ambition. like, how can i even face them while trying to explain why I’ve made a whole vision board of Sinner winning the Australian Open in the corner of my living room? now they're questioning my life choices, and honestly, my 5 ...
it's not that i’m avoiding this 'quick chat' with my manager on friday at 4pm, it’s just that i literally rehearsed a speech in the shower about why we should ALL stop using 'synergy' as a buzzword. i have flashcards ready. like, who needs to talk about my performance when i can tackle corporate jargon head-on? i might just solve a crisis during that meeting.
it's not that i’m avoiding this 'quick chat' with my manager on friday at 4pm, it’s just that i literally rehearsed a speech in the shower about why we should ALL stop using 'synergy' as a buzzword. i have flashcards ready. like, who needs to talk about my performance when i can tackle corporate jargon head-on? i might just solve a crisis during that meeting.
last night, my parents decided they needed a mediator for their divorce. guess who they turned to? me. here I am, trying to be the therapist with an emotional support dog that doesn't exist. honestly, it feels like being asked to referee a tennis match between two people who think they are the next Sinner, but have no idea how to play the game. can someone send help or at least a free snack? #Sinn...