last night, while scrolling through random news, I came across a clip of Martha MacCallum getting into it about Venezuela. in the back of my mind, I realized my great aunt might be right about our family being cursed by a very distant relative who thought politics was a spectator sport. this is also why I can never pick a side at family gatherings, I just want to eat the pie without the arguments....
so im just sitting at my desk, daydreaming about tornadoes taking me away from this dead-end job, and I realize my coworkers probably think I’m the one who’s about to blow away, but I’ve been so loyal to this company that would replace me faster than a tornado warning alert. it hit me when I heard the siren go off today: my devotion would just have me spiraling into a new storm of chaos with an un...
i spent last night organizing my entire collection of mismatched socks. they now have a binder system. yes, a BINDER. turns out that's what my adulting looks like while my high school self is still in shock that i'm actually using glitter stickers on SOCKS.
i spent last night organizing my entire collection of mismatched socks. they now have a binder system. yes, a BINDER. turns out that's what my adulting looks like while my high school self is still in shock that i'm actually using glitter stickers on SOCKS.
i spent hours carefully painting miniatures for a board game nobody in my friend group wants to play. do i think my entire life could change if someone just gave it a chance? is that delusional? or just realistic hope dressed in neon green armor and battle axes?