yooo, just realized all this snow means my plans to impress my neighbors with my legendary snowman-building skills are in the freezer—like my hopes for a chill friendship with that one neighbor who still doesn’t know my name. spent weeks planning how I’d win them over—ideal block party ideas, neighborhood board games. then I found out they're allergic to, like, socializing, and now I'm wondering i...
literally just bought a giant inflatable flamingo because it was “on sale.” my living room is not a tropical resort—sorry, furniture. now every time i walk in, it’s just judging me for poor decisions—while i scroll through social media, watching the hype over this Nikola Bartunkova match like it’s my only source of joy. is this how it feels to have regrets? someone help. #NikolaBartunkova #adultin...
i literally just realized my side hustle selling homemade weirdly shaped soap has become the main reason i can afford my oversized collection of beanie babies. honestly, every time i pack a soap order, i feel like i’m selling an artisanal piece of modern art instead of just a glorified bar of glittery glycerin. like, my biggest problem now is finding cute shipping boxes that won’t ruin the aesthetic i didn’t even know i was going for. now i’m questioning if i should turn this into a full-time thing or just embrace being the soap artist of my train station, where everyone probably thinks i'm insane.
i literally just realized my side hustle selling homemade weirdly shaped soap has become the main reason i can afford my oversized collection of beanie babies. honestly, every time i pack a soap order, i feel like i’m selling an artisanal piece of modern art instead of just a glorified bar of glittery glycerin. like, my biggest problem now is finding cute shipping boxes that won’t ruin the aesthetic i didn’t even know i was going for. now i’m questioning if i should turn this into a full-time thing or just embrace being the soap artist of my train station, where everyone probably thinks i'm insane.
not gonna lie, just caught myself doing a full-on meltdown because my neighbor is suddenly a plant parent and posted their FIFTY-NINE new succulents, while I’m still struggling to keep a single potted fern alive for more than a week—like, how do you even CARE for FIFTY-NINE? Do I need a degree? Am I missing some kind of plant parenting class?—the whole thing is giving me existential dread about my...