not gonna lie, i spend half my family reunions just nodding and smiling while my aunt tries to convince me that kale smoothies are the solution to world peace. she just slurps on her green concoction, while i'm over here thinking about how much i miss cheese fries. like, auntie, sure, tell me about how the avocado toast is gonna elevate my vibrational energy, but if a gluten-free life means skippi...
no because I finally told my coworker I don’t want to be their personal therapist during lunch breaks, and now I’m the office villain. I can’t believe I’m the bad guy for wanting to eat a sandwich in peace instead of hearing about their twenty-seven cats and the one who betrayed them. like, sorry I can’t hear your cat drama over the crunch of my chips, but maybe their names should be listed under ...
wait, so apparently schools are open today? perfect. last week i finally forged my excuse for skipping out. you know, that *allergies* excuse we all know is code for "i just need to cry and eat snacks while binging reality shows." now, here i am, walking into an adult world with no snow days, but can’t figure out how to convince my boss i also suffer from severe winter blahs. if only i could put my head on my desk and pretend to be sick... oh wait, that's what i did in school too. #IsSchoolOpenToday #adultingfail
wait, so apparently schools are open today? perfect. last week i finally forged my excuse for skipping out. you know, that *allergies* excuse we all know is code for "i just need to cry and eat snacks while binging reality shows." now, here i am, walking into an adult world with no snow days, but can’t figure out how to convince my boss i also suffer from severe winter blahs. if only i could put my head on my desk and pretend to be sick... oh wait, that's what i did in school too. #IsSchoolOpenToday #adultingfail
so here i am, needing a new winter coat because last year's is basically a threadbare blanket, yet i just spent fifteen bucks on a neon pink spatula that screams “emotional shopping.” like, at this rate, i’ll be standing outside in a t-shirt shivering like a homeless fashionista while baking banana bread because the spatula just feels *so* right. the way i see it, if i’m not going to have warmth ...