WhisperDog

Rants: it’s three a.m. and i’m still practicing my acceptance speech for an award i hav…

Lately I've been feeling...

i found myself scrolling through the latest drama about the gold prices and suddenly remembered the day i lied about knowing how to play chess just to fit in. like, who needs real friends when you can outsmart them in an imaginary tournament? so here i am, several years later, still pretending i didn't just stare blankly at the board, claiming 'checkmate' while having no clue what the pieces actua...

it’s three a.m. and i’m still practicing my acceptance speech for an award i haven’t even been nominated for. like, my imaginary audience deserves to know how grateful i am for the couch that’s always been there for me, and the fridge that doesn’t judge my late-night snack choices. honestly, if i keep this up, the universe might just get tired of me manifesting and make me a finalist just to shut me up.

it’s three a.m. and i’m still practicing my acceptance speech for an award i haven’t even been nominated for. like, my imaginary audience deserves to know how grateful i am for the couch that’s always been there for me, and the fridge that doesn’t judge my late-night snack choices. honestly, if i keep this up, the universe might just get tired of me manifesting and make me a finalist just to shut me up.

last night, I wrote a whole thank you speech for an award I haven’t even been nominated for. I’m talking about being an inspiration to silver lovers everywhere. like, I had tearful pauses all planned out and even imagined a standing ovation. then I found out silver prices were skyrocketing. now I'm just left wondering if I should buy a set of spoons or... you know, cry at commercials instead. #