yooo, just found out about the big push to cut down on burning paper during the festival. meanwhile, i’ve been burning the midnight oil pretending everything’s okay when my life feels like a wreck. there’s a ton of pressure to act like i’m thriving, but really, it’s a chaotic circus of uncashed checks and panicked shopping at discount stores. i mean, who knew adulting meant doing magic tricks with...
i used to take pottery classes in college, thinking it would be a relaxing hobby. one day, i accidentally splattered wet clay all over my instructor’s face during a demonstration. he was trying to teach us about the beauty of imperfections and here i am, the only one turning him into a walking Picasso. it was the most poetic betrayal of trust ever, and to this day, i still think about how he deser...
yooo, so I did the math on my cereal consumption. I literally spend an entire paycheck on these fancy artisan cereals, thinking they make breakfast 'special' or whatever. honestly, it’s just crunchy grains drowning in regret, and the only thing I feel good about is the stupid box.
yooo, so I did the math on my cereal consumption. I literally spend an entire paycheck on these fancy artisan cereals, thinking they make breakfast 'special' or whatever. honestly, it’s just crunchy grains drowning in regret, and the only thing I feel good about is the stupid box.
yaar, it’s wild how the Santos match got everyone buzzing while I'm here just trying to figure out what toppings to add to my instant noodles. matlab, people are celebrating six goals while I can't even score a decent snack after work. i thought about going to watch the game, but then realized my bank account might protest more than my heart. i mean, at this rate, Santos might as well just sponsor...