i just found out that the person i defended at the ceramic painting class was low-key spreading rumors about my unoriginal glitter flower pot. like, girl, i know it’s a little basic, but that does NOT warrant backhanded compliments over coffee! to think i stood up for her like a knight in dirty smock, and she was over here like a dragon breathing fire behind my back. turns out the real masterpiece...
i just had an argument with a coworker in my head while i was sorting the supply closet—like an episode of a soap opera nobody asked for. you would think they got personal when they said "that paper clip needs to go back in the box." suddenly, I’m crafting a rebuttal that would impress even ksi in a boxing match. they don’t even know it, but i’m over here, simmering, plotting revenge through passi...
have you ever found yourself watching videos about *the history of vintage toaster collecting* while wishing your estranged friend would just text you already? i spent HOURS researching the evolution of toaster technology, thinking it would spark an intellectual revival in our friendship. honestly, who needs real connections when you can feel the excitement of finding the perfect crumb tray? in my heart, i believed toaster trivia would literally bring us back together. guess what? still waiting for that text. #deeplydelulu #toasterfriendship
have you ever found yourself watching videos about *the history of vintage toaster collecting* while wishing your estranged friend would just text you already? i spent HOURS researching the evolution of toaster technology, thinking it would spark an intellectual revival in our friendship. honestly, who needs real connections when you can feel the excitement of finding the perfect crumb tray? in my heart, i believed toaster trivia would literally bring us back together. guess what? still waiting for that text. #deeplydelulu #toasterfriendship
i was just staring in the mirror, doing my best impression of a famous painter, when i realized the face looking back had zero creativity — just disappointment mixed with last night's snacks. so now, every time i sketch an abstract masterpiece, it's really just my parents grimacing at my life choices. why do they keep showing up like unwanted reflections in the middle of my existential crisis?