so there i am, standing in my kitchen with a 20-minute interrogation looming over my head and this poor soul from cps is nodding while my cat is auditioning for the role of “chaotic gremlin” in the background – i'm trying to explain that yes, the laundry is folded but also, could she not pet the spaghetti from last night that is somehow now under the couch and i have to convince her that the stack...
so there i was, turning 40 and feeling totally fine until i realized i accidentally sent my cake order to my ex instead of my friend and he replied with “what do you want me to do with a cake?” so yeah, spent the evening on the floor with some greasy takeout and that nice little reminder of my life choices.
i saw a kid at the bus stop today wearing shoes that looked like the ones i lost years ago and it literally made me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and regret about how careless i was with the things that mattered to me, honestly it's been eating at me since.
i saw a kid at the bus stop today wearing shoes that looked like the ones i lost years ago and it literally made me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and regret about how careless i was with the things that mattered to me, honestly it's been eating at me since.
i seriously just found out my package from overseas was delivered on time—thought it was gonna take weeks with customs but here i am holding it in my hands and just wow, all that dread for nothing, i might actually get to enjoy this thing i’ve been waiting for like forever.