bruh, just spent two hours organizing my sock drawer because i thought i was becoming an adult. i really got excited about color-coordinating my mismatched pairs. then it hit me. i’m still wearing socks with holes in them, like i’m choosing to live this way. and now i understand why adults are always tired; they are literally worn out from making life decisions while the socks they wear are a cons...
just found out my family stumbled onto my secret fan page for juventus. how do I explain my devotion to a team when my last relationship barely lasted longer than a halftime break? i mean, they know i name my plants after players. will they judge me for wearing my juventus jersey to work? or think it's sad that I scream at the screen like it’s a real game instead of just watching my cat play with ...
literally quit my stable job to become a professional shoelace artist — only to realize there are zero art galleries for that. now i just sit in my living room with hundreds of shoelaces, questioning my life choices. even my cat looked disappointed when i offered him a personalized lace bed.
literally quit my stable job to become a professional shoelace artist — only to realize there are zero art galleries for that. now i just sit in my living room with hundreds of shoelaces, questioning my life choices. even my cat looked disappointed when i offered him a personalized lace bed.
literally just tried to revive an old hobby that I was definitely terrible at and now I'm just one failed attempt away from creating a *how not to* guide. the way I thought practicing a dance routine in my living room would bring me joy, but instead, I pulled a muscle and knocked over my lamp in front of my neighbor…who definitely called my landlord after hearing me scream. and now I just found ...