day 24 of practicing my spoken word performance in front of the mirror. finally found a clever opening line about fruit flies being the real survivors of 2023. thought I would wow the crowd at the open mic night. forgot that I actually needed to show up. just found out it was last week. my fruit fly tribute is now just for the mirror.
day 23 of my quest to understand the physics of bubble wrap popping. why is it so satisfying? i spend hours mapping out my strategies like a general planning for battle, but all that prep and my only opponent is a tiny piece of plastic. when did my life become a war against what’s supposed to be fun? can’t help but feel my 10th birthday self would judge me for not prioritizing ‘actual’ hobbies ins...
the way that i just found myself googling how to set up a budgeting app while reminiscing about the last time my barista smiled at me and thought maybe love could pay my rent. like, do i need to ask my parents if they even have a spare upi account? how did we get here? caught myself debating between financial stability and some delusional fantasy where my favorite coffee shop has an enchanted cash register that gives free drinks for love... i feel like the last romance in a rom-com that never got made. #Upi #Relatable
the way that i just found myself googling how to set up a budgeting app while reminiscing about the last time my barista smiled at me and thought maybe love could pay my rent. like, do i need to ask my parents if they even have a spare upi account? how did we get here? caught myself debating between financial stability and some delusional fantasy where my favorite coffee shop has an enchanted cash register that gives free drinks for love... i feel like the last romance in a rom-com that never got made. #Upi #Relatable
Story Name: "Passive-Aggressive Pandemonium: The Roommate Wars" Part 4 of 8 Chloe raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh? Is this the part where we air all our dirty laundry?” I swallow hard, my pulse racing. “It’s not just about dirty dishes. It’s about respect. And that note you left—” She cuts me off, her laughter echoing off the walls. “Respect? You mean the respect you don’...