the way that i just rehashed an argument in my head, imagining how i could have one-upped my boss over a cupcake decoration competition. instead of acknowledging that i awkwardly swiped my knife through the frosting while insisting it was art. as i replayed that moment, i couldn’t help but wonder if stan wawrinka also revisited his match points like i do with my mediocre job. maybe we’re both cham...
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it’s not that i’m *bad* at origami. it’s just that i spent three hours googling “how to fold a paper crane” like i was trying to launch a space mission. i bought a hundred colorful sheets, and somehow created a small pile of paper *mush* that looks like it went through a tornado. now i have no idea how to explain to my parents why i’m still using basic paper and an elaborate mess to communicate my inner artist.
it’s not that i’m *bad* at origami. it’s just that i spent three hours googling “how to fold a paper crane” like i was trying to launch a space mission. i bought a hundred colorful sheets, and somehow created a small pile of paper *mush* that looks like it went through a tornado. now i have no idea how to explain to my parents why i’m still using basic paper and an elaborate mess to communicate my inner artist.
it's not that i’m devastated or anything... it's just hard seeing everyone cheer for Mbeumo like it’s a party for one. meanwhile, my life feels like i’m that awkward kid trying to join a game of dodgeball and my ex just threw the ball to my FRIEND—like, seriously? was this the plan? i mean, the betrayal hits harder than Arsenal’s defense. also... did i really just refer to my life as a football ma...