the way that i just saw Wigan Athletic's latest match and suddenly panicked because i remembered that my 'team spirit' has basically just been shouting at the TV from my couch. i went to cheer at the last game and mistakenly tried to high-five a stranger who just looked at me like i was a lost puppy. also—no joke, the next day my boss posted my position on LinkedIn. so i guess between football and...
why does every time i decide to "treat myself," it feels like betrayal when the bill hits my mailbox—like that sneaky muskrat making a home in your back garden when you thought you were clear? one impulsive purchase sends me spiraling, wondering if anyone knows how my "salary" is really just me piecing together lies to make it through the month—so here i am, trapped in a cycle, balancing pleasure ...
yooo, just found out my friend never actually broke up with their ex. like, they’re posting pics of their new car while i sit here arguing with my plants about which one gets the sunlight. everyone’s chasing their dreams, and i’m still trying to find my left shoe. i mean, it’s cool, right? right? #leftbehind #whatsgoingon
yooo, just found out my friend never actually broke up with their ex. like, they’re posting pics of their new car while i sit here arguing with my plants about which one gets the sunlight. everyone’s chasing their dreams, and i’m still trying to find my left shoe. i mean, it’s cool, right? right? #leftbehind #whatsgoingon
i always said i would never become one of those people who obsess over athlete stats, but here i am, knee-deep in NHL Calder Trophy Tracker updates. last week, i almost dropped my grocery bag because i got too emotional thinking about how much better matthew schaefer's future is than my life. like, while he’s out there possibly making history, i can’t even remember where i parked my car… i think i...