one time at a wedding i was trying to impress everyone by doing the worm on the dance floor and accidentally knocked over the cake which went everywhere and i just stood there while everyone stared like how do you even recover from that disaster
so i decided to rearrange my entire office—thought it would be a refreshing change, but now i keep wondering if the new setup is even functional or just a waste of my afternoon and like what was i thinking moving that heavy shelf by myself ugh
i used to feel so connected to my art community in this city, spent hours painting in that tiny studio apartment. now i scroll through my old friends' galleries and see their beautiful shows while i struggle to pay rent, and all my brushes sit untouched in a box – feels like i lost everything that mattered.
i used to feel so connected to my art community in this city, spent hours painting in that tiny studio apartment. now i scroll through my old friends' galleries and see their beautiful shows while i struggle to pay rent, and all my brushes sit untouched in a box – feels like i lost everything that mattered.
so i finally got the paperwork for the bankruptcy case and it looked like something out of a sitcom, like did they really think a poorly scanned photo of a donut was going to convince the judge i had no money because of the medical bills from the guy who ran the red light? just when i thought it couldn't get worse, i accidentally used the cat's name as the primary contact and now it’s a full circu...