it’s 3am and i just checked my bank account for the third time tonight. with every click, i feel more like a real-life meme, you know? like, remember when the sydney kings’ last game felt like a celebration? well, my finances just scored a solid two points—so basically, my excitement is on par with their last third quarter. guess i’ll just have to treat my anxiety like the kings do with their pres...
no because my relatives started comparing me to my cousin who's “doing so well” but honestly, I think they just see that her succulents are still alive. like, why does everyone ignore the fact that I created a 3D model of an alternate universe where dinosaurs can still do taxes? it takes incredible talent and strategic thinking to navigate a world where velociraptors are accountants!
yooo, so i decided to treat myself and bought this sick silk robe that screams luxury, right? but then i open my credit card bill and it's like my bank account is the sad story of a king who just lost his throne. i swear, if the only "relationship" i have with china is overpriced silk, i might as well start hand stitching my own at this point. #China #luxuryproblems
yooo, so i decided to treat myself and bought this sick silk robe that screams luxury, right? but then i open my credit card bill and it's like my bank account is the sad story of a king who just lost his throne. i swear, if the only "relationship" i have with china is overpriced silk, i might as well start hand stitching my own at this point. #China #luxuryproblems
not gonna lie, i accidentally burned my neighbor’s yard while trying to impress my friends with a backyard bonfire. instead of owning up to it, i convinced my other friend to take the fall. now they’re on neighborly probation, and i’m over here researching fire safety tips like i’m some kind of expert. i lowkey hope this doesn't become a thing where my friends start asking me to cover for them too...