day 47 of pretending my life is a carefully curated vision board. it feels like every time i sit down to make one—sipping my third herbal tea of the day—I get this sinking feeling. arc raiders went down, and suddenly my carefully orchestrated escapism became the only thing keeping my life interesting. guess that makes two of us sitting in the dark, wondering if this is happiness or just really goo...
so there i was, in a meeting, sipping my terrible office coffee, when my manager casually mentions i need to train my replacement. TRAIN my replacement? what are they even talking about? turns out nobody bothered to tell me i was getting replaced. i felt like i was standing in front of putin, trying to negotiate world peace, while my life was crumbling in the corner. let me just say, if there’s a ...
just realized my bathroom scale is mocking me while i buy overpriced air fresheners to make the room smell like lavender dreams instead of my own existential dread. i mean, who needs savings when you can have twenty different scents of "calming oasis"? now i'm stuck weighing the weight of my regrets while inhaling a eucalyptus mint cloud of denial!
just realized my bathroom scale is mocking me while i buy overpriced air fresheners to make the room smell like lavender dreams instead of my own existential dread. i mean, who needs savings when you can have twenty different scents of "calming oasis"? now i'm stuck weighing the weight of my regrets while inhaling a eucalyptus mint cloud of denial!
yooo, I just saw this thing about the kospi index skyrocketing and literally thought about how my last investment was naming future pets with someone I barely know—like, how is that a red flag? I’m out here contemplating imaginary lives with some random while my actual financial portfolio is under my mattress, buried in disappointment and crushed dreams. Now I'm like, do I name the cat Kospi or wh...