not gonna lie, I just spent half an hour in my closet searching for a shirt to wear. and by searching, I mean I found a long-lost bag of chips from who-knows-when and just sat there eating it. when I finally pulled myself out, my roommate walks in, gives me a look, and I casually say, “just looking for a friend.” like what kind of a loser introduces a bag of stale chips as 'a friend'? I really nee...
ok but I’m really invested in the romantic lives of the couple who runs the weird candy shop downtown. like, I literally create dramatic backstories for them in my head. I’m convinced they secretly hate each other but just stay together for the novelty of that gummy worm display they keep adding to... like, why would you need so many flavors? Is it a front for something?
literally got my Spotify Wrapped and realized my top genre is "therapeutic sea shanties." honestly, I think it’s because I can’t swim but really want to be a pirate. so here I am, sitting at my desk, living my best imaginary life while typing emails to myself about the *adventures* I’ll never have. surprise twist: I think I might be the most relatable person who has never left their hometown. #sha...