day 12 of trying to make sense of this unpredictable bangalore weather, and I just wrote a message to my crush that I will *literally* never send. it was poetic. I poured my heart out about how the constant drizzle makes me feel like I’m living in a romantic movie. like, who do I think I am? my coffee's gone cold because I forgot it while texting. now I'm questioning my life choices while the weat...
not gonna lie, when my parents showed up unannounced, I had a moment where I thought, "why do I have two full garbage bags in the living room?" then I panicked and tried to hide them behind my collection of vintage napkin holders I absolutely do not need. like, they should have seen my fancy funeral outfit in the closet, not this *mess*, I should have made a banner that said "welcome to my unhinge...
i just found out about that whole trade deal thing and let me tell you - i panicked a little, not because of tariffs or whatever, but because i’ve been pretending to know about international relations since my friends tried to get me to pick a favorite diplomat and i casually went with ‘uh, the one with nice glasses.’ now here i am, two margaritas deep at brunch, feeling like the world's worst adult, wishing my biggest problem was explaining to my cat why i can’t commit to a salad. honestly, at this point, i’m considering drafting a manifesto titled “confessions of a clueless citizen” because my next goal is to find a nice café where i can cry about my uneducated opinions while completely avoiding adult responsibilities like Peter Navarro’s commentary—because who even knows what’s going on...
i just found out about that whole trade deal thing and let me tell you - i panicked a little, not because of tariffs or whatever, but because i’ve been pretending to know about international relations since my friends tried to get me to pick a favorite diplomat and i casually went with ‘uh, the one with nice glasses.’ now here i am, two margaritas deep at brunch, feeling like the world's worst adult, wishing my biggest problem was explaining to my cat why i can’t commit to a salad. honestly, at this point, i’m considering drafting a manifesto titled “confessions of a clueless citizen” because my next goal is to find a nice café where i can cry about my uneducated opinions while completely avoiding adult responsibilities like Peter Navarro’s commentary—because who even knows what’s going on...
I just caught myself sitting on the floor in my closet, whispering sweet nothings to my vintage dress collection like they are my long-lost friends. I’ve been complimenting the floral one on how it would definitely look cute at brunch, even though we both know my last brunch invitation got canceled for a good reason. Now I’m over here, rehearsing a heartfelt apology to my favorite jumpsuit because...