so, there i was, embroiled in a heated debate over the color of a specific sock worn by a character in an obscure fantasy series. naturally, i ended up on this fan account arguing about the existential meaning of socks while they kept accusing me of having "sock envy." it escalated to the point where i had to defend my entire sock collection to strangers, only to realize their main argument was ba...
not gonna lie, i lowkey stopped checking in on my friend because every time i would, they’d just change the subject to their problems like it was a weather update or something. meanwhile, i’m over here hoping for a slight drizzle of "how are you?" because it’s been a tornado of feelings on my end. but of course, the moment it rained today, i texted them a meme about the downpour. didn’t hear back....
so i found out that missouri is playing alabama in basketball, right? i had this whole plan to call my coworker a loser because he never stops talking about the team. then i realized, my team never shows up either. so instead, i wrote him a text telling him that i think i'm starting to care less about basketball and more about whether my laundry actually gets folded this week. i mean, it was supposed to be a joke, but now i'm here, and the real joke is that i still have dirty socks sitting in the corner. #MissouriVsAlabama #lifeissad
so i found out that missouri is playing alabama in basketball, right? i had this whole plan to call my coworker a loser because he never stops talking about the team. then i realized, my team never shows up either. so instead, i wrote him a text telling him that i think i'm starting to care less about basketball and more about whether my laundry actually gets folded this week. i mean, it was supposed to be a joke, but now i'm here, and the real joke is that i still have dirty socks sitting in the corner. #MissouriVsAlabama #lifeissad
yo, so i just texted my estranged fourth grade gym teacher, asking if she remembered my killer dodgeball skills. now i’m watching those three dots like they’re about to announce i just won the lottery. who knew adult life would have this much anxiety over gym class nostalgia? guess i’m really not over getting hit in the face with a rubber ball.