last night, I had an entire argument in my head with a fictional barista about how my oat milk latte was made incorrectly—like, I practically had my whole life philosophy ready, and now I’m genuinely upset with them for ruining my morning vibe—turns out, I’ve never even met this person.
why is it that the kid I used to share snacks with in first grade now walks past me like I am a coupon for expired cereal? I mean, is my face really that forgettable? like, did they have a hard time placing me? am I just a ghost haunting their childhood? and let's be honest, I’d haunt them with my pizza roll consumption tales and my questionable dance moves, like, surprise, surprise, it’s not that...
just realized i quit my stable job to pursue my passion of making playlist themes for people who are too busy to listen. last night, i was up late obsessively watching the ethereum price, wondering if my future is in crypto or just stacking my latest playlist like a game of digital Jenga. it hit me—what if my playlists start doing better than my career? now i'm sitting here, convinced my Spotify could be my new 401k, when suddenly, the neighbor starts blasting music... it was one of my own playlists, but… badly mixed. what happens next? #EthereumPrice #unexpectedcareergoals
just realized i quit my stable job to pursue my passion of making playlist themes for people who are too busy to listen. last night, i was up late obsessively watching the ethereum price, wondering if my future is in crypto or just stacking my latest playlist like a game of digital Jenga. it hit me—what if my playlists start doing better than my career? now i'm sitting here, convinced my Spotify could be my new 401k, when suddenly, the neighbor starts blasting music... it was one of my own playlists, but… badly mixed. what happens next? #EthereumPrice #unexpectedcareergoals
ever had to ghost someone because explaining why you can't attend a cactus convention feels like confessing you secretly collect shrunken heads? like, im not even sorry, my emotional bandwidth's taken up by my obsession with learning why octopuses cry.