honestly, I’ve noticed that our beloved neighbor has this bizarre ritual where they wear mismatched socks every Wednesday, like it’s some secret homage to the universe or something. it’s literally like clockwork and now I can’t look at them the same way—like, are you trying to align your chakras with a clown aesthetic?
i saw the news about E15 and got inspired to treat myself. bought a retro vinyl player thinking it would ignite my long-lost passion for music. fast forward to opening the credit card bill and realizing my musical aspirations are now competing with ramen noodles for dinner. who knew reliving my '90s childhood would cost me a grocery budget? #E15 #treatyourself
not gonna lie, I literally just found a six-legged centipede in my sock drawer and now I can’t sleep. like, what if this is how I go out? honestly, why do I even have socks that I don’t remember buying? is my wardrobe actually an archive of questionable life choices?
not gonna lie, I literally just found a six-legged centipede in my sock drawer and now I can’t sleep. like, what if this is how I go out? honestly, why do I even have socks that I don’t remember buying? is my wardrobe actually an archive of questionable life choices?
the way that I finally checked their profile—knowing full well I shouldn’t, right? and what do I see? a picture from a “twin peaks” themed bar crawl. wait, are they suddenly a “Twin Peaks” fan when just last week they couldn’t tell me who killed Laura Palmer? i can’t help but wonder—did i somehow spark this newfound obsession? could they be plotting to watch every episode without me? —the betrayal...