no because my spotify wrapped just revealed that my music taste is literally the soundtrack to my existential crisis. like, how did every breakup ballad from 2008 end up in my top five? meanwhile, my boss just informed us that she’s pushing the team to "up our game," while I'm here waiting for trophies on a vintage game I downloaded to escape. she has no idea my real escape is turning my headphone...
not gonna lie, i just stood in front of my mirror thinking my reflection looked oddly familiar. turns out, it was my parents' uncanny ability to appear in any glass surface since they retired. they are watching my every move from my toothpaste smudges to my questionable hair choices. guess my life is a sitcom, and they are the dedicated audience that critiques from the other side of the mirror!
honestly, my sibling borrowed a hundred dollars for "just a week" two years ago, and the other day i found the receipt tucked inside a library book about garden gnomes, which is odd because we don’t even have a garden, but suddenly it all made sense when i realized they might have opened a gnome cult or something, and i still haven’t heard back.
honestly, my sibling borrowed a hundred dollars for "just a week" two years ago, and the other day i found the receipt tucked inside a library book about garden gnomes, which is odd because we don’t even have a garden, but suddenly it all made sense when i realized they might have opened a gnome cult or something, and i still haven’t heard back.
literally just created an entire backstory for a random person i saw on the bus. they were listening to music so intensely, i assumed they were either a world-famous musician or just had a really dramatic life. like, what if they were secretly working on a blockbuster screenplay? now every time i take the bus, i look for them, and it’s like waiting for the reveal in a terrible soap opera. meanwhil...