so the elevator has been broken for 8 MONTHS, like some cruel performance art piece where the punchline is just me stuck in my apartment like a hamster with no wheel and the repair guy keeps saying "soon" but it feels like my next outing is going to be a field trip to the mythical land of fixed elevators where the grass is always greener and i am ready to roll.
sasha farber just pulled a fast one by trading in his ex, emma slater, for janel parrish — gross rebound move! emma must be loving the drama while sasha's out there looking desperate!
so today i went to buy a new vacuum cleaner because my old one is like trying to suck up a mountain with a straw, and the store had a sign saying "in-stock" but guess what, they only had the display model left which looks like it survived a battle and was half off, like thanks i guess but i didn't sign up for a hoover with character. now i am thinking maybe my dusty corners deserve better but instead i just left with a stale bag of chips and an existential crisis about cleaning tools, not a single speck of dust removed.
so today i went to buy a new vacuum cleaner because my old one is like trying to suck up a mountain with a straw, and the store had a sign saying "in-stock" but guess what, they only had the display model left which looks like it survived a battle and was half off, like thanks i guess but i didn't sign up for a hoover with character. now i am thinking maybe my dusty corners deserve better but instead i just left with a stale bag of chips and an existential crisis about cleaning tools, not a single speck of dust removed.
i sat on my tiny couch, the one that squeaks every time i shift, and stared at my dusty bookshelf filled with books i never read while my friends posted pics of their new adventures, the kind i always wanted but never got to take, and now it all just felt like someone else's life passing by like a bad movie.