last night, I declined an invite to a virtual cheese tasting because I thought that was too weird. turns out, that is the type of GROWN-UP fantasy I should have said YES to. now I’m sitting here, manifesting a lifelong friendship with a fellow cheese lover, who also hates fun and considers babybels to be high art. how did I think that was a reasonable NO? I need to rethink everything.
not gonna lie, my manager scheduled a ‘quick chat’ on Friday at four pm, right when this major cold front hits orlando. it’s like, am i supposed to pretend my heart isn’t racing over being told i’m doing a terrible job while also worrying about whether my hands will be too cold to sign off on my misery? like, is the freezing wind the real enemy, or is it the unrelenting anxiety of getting passive-...
last night, I found a group chat from three years ago where we literally planned to start a band, complete with song titles and our “gritty” bios. it was a messy mix of me claiming I was “the next Kurt Cobain” and my friend insisting on using a tambourine like it was going to make us legends. honestly, the only thing we ever jammed was ordering takeout.
last night, I found a group chat from three years ago where we literally planned to start a band, complete with song titles and our “gritty” bios. it was a messy mix of me claiming I was “the next Kurt Cobain” and my friend insisting on using a tambourine like it was going to make us legends. honestly, the only thing we ever jammed was ordering takeout.
last night, i saw the news about the nurses strike and immediately thought of my side hustle. it pays for my entire life now, yet somehow my family thinks i should be doing it all for free. like, yes, Aunt Linda, I appreciate the encouragement while you sip on your overpriced coffee and judge my chaotic gaming schedule, but do you have any idea how much emotional labor goes into slaying virtual dr...