last night, I was deep stalking my ex's Instagram while simultaneously Googling "symptoms of mold exposure," because I heard LeAnn Rimes had a meltdown after her teeth fell out mid-concert, and now I'm convinced I'm a walking biohazard. in a moment of panic, I accidentally liked a photo from 2018 while gasping about the microplastics in my own life. my heart dropped faster than when my boss asked ...
it's 2am and I caught myself Googling “how to support a friend who is stressed about their job,” which is literally something my parents should know—I mean, why am I asking the internet for parenting advice when I can just call them, but then I remembered they would probably just suggest I become a tennis star like Daniil Medvedev instead and then it hit me—who even needs career plans when you can...
i just made eye contact with a stranger at the park—now i am convinced we are destined to have three kids named after fictional characters and live in a cottage with an oversized dog named nacho. what kind of flowers are in season for an impromptu wedding in my mind? also, how does one ask someone about their opinions on graphic novels as wedding vows—because that is definitely our thing now.
i just made eye contact with a stranger at the park—now i am convinced we are destined to have three kids named after fictional characters and live in a cottage with an oversized dog named nacho. what kind of flowers are in season for an impromptu wedding in my mind? also, how does one ask someone about their opinions on graphic novels as wedding vows—because that is definitely our thing now.
day 21 of trying to understand why my friends turned on me like a pack of hungry wolves, and I just realized the last time we hung out, they only ordered the salad to make me feel better about the pizza I devoured alone—so here I am, sitting at a table with a person who used to be my best friend, and they are passionately discussing how my ex still likes their Instagram posts, which, um, what does...