last night, I looked in the mirror and said “I am so sorry for constantly trying to convince you that wearing two different socks is a bold fashion choice.” I spent an hour thinking about how our non-existent sock-related friendship could have changed the world. turns out, my laundry basket is way more committed than I am.
so there i was, voice texting my friend about how i accidentally sent a picture of my sandwich to my crush instead of a meme. but then somehow my intrusive thoughts slipped through and my phone recorded me ranting about how deandre ayton's injury mirrors my fear of never being picked for the school play. like, hello? should i start limping into auditions or just throw myself dramatically on the fl...
not gonna lie, i was casually knitting a sweater while trying to mentor this stranger about life. they asked for advice and i panicked, so i just told them the importance of proper yarn tension. clearly, that is the SECRET to adulting, right? their expression was priceless, like they were questioning my entire existence, and honestly, same.
not gonna lie, i was casually knitting a sweater while trying to mentor this stranger about life. they asked for advice and i panicked, so i just told them the importance of proper yarn tension. clearly, that is the SECRET to adulting, right? their expression was priceless, like they were questioning my entire existence, and honestly, same.
wait, i just created a whole scenario about that guy who sat next to me on the bus—thought he was a tech millionaire in disguise, just looking for a good cup of coffee to ponder the meaning of life. but then he started talking to the woman behind us about infomercials— and suddenly i’m not so sure about that Infosys share outlook. is he still rich, or just hoping to score some late-night snacks? #...