honestly, i turned down a huge promotion at work because i was "too busy," and then watched my co-worker stroll into the office with their brand new corner office. literally, i am questioning every decision in my life now. meanwhile, my plants are thriving more than my career—do they have a better future than me? at this point, if the chicago bulls trade Coby White for anything less than a miracle...
bruh, I told my friends I had a family emergency just so I could avoid going to that taco truck opening, when really I’m just out here scrounging for quarters to buy that weird inflatable arm flamingo from a yard sale— like who needs tacos when you can have random inflatable decorations, right? I swear, I had a whole dramatic monologue ready about how Uncle Bob needed my emotional support— he does...
you won’t believe the scene i just staged in my kitchen. i practiced my reaction for when the tax refund finally comes in, holding my breath and all that. but then i stumbled across that viral video of garam matcha chai served in kulhad. now i'm thinking, should i just splurge on overpriced tea or finally fix that hole in my wall? cause honestly, i might need the matcha just to calm my nerves from contemplating those sad adulting choices. #Chai #LifeChoices
you won’t believe the scene i just staged in my kitchen. i practiced my reaction for when the tax refund finally comes in, holding my breath and all that. but then i stumbled across that viral video of garam matcha chai served in kulhad. now i'm thinking, should i just splurge on overpriced tea or finally fix that hole in my wall? cause honestly, i might need the matcha just to calm my nerves from contemplating those sad adulting choices. #Chai #LifeChoices
no because the other day I stood in front of my fridge — staring into the abyss of expired condiments, questioning my life choices. I had this overwhelming urge to pack my things, hop on a random bus, and relocate to a tiny town where nobody knows I once existed. and then I remembered — I don’t even like mustard, so what’s the point?