last night, i found myself going over my argument with my coworker like it was a replay of the karnataka cricket team’s last match. like, should i have just thrown my hands up and said “this isn’t cricket!” or something? but then, i realized, if i had that much confidence, maybe i wouldn’t be sitting in my pajamas analyzing my life choices at two in the morning, or obsessing over whether i should ...
it’s 2am and i just finished listening to my parents argue about who gets the TV during the divorce mediation i somehow ended up facilitating. why does this remind me of when the kansas city chiefs can’t decide which play to call? i mean, i just wanted to be the daughter, not the referee. if they spent half as much energy working things out as they do fighting over who loves the chiefs more, we’d ...
just realized my parents popped in outta nowhere while i was trying to replicate a cooking video i saw online. lets just say it turned into a smoke alarm symphony. so there they were, standing in my apartment with the faint smell of burnt kale and a half-finished jigsaw puzzle of a cat. they didn’t see my LIFE choices in shambles. they saw my ARTISTIC vision in flames.
just realized my parents popped in outta nowhere while i was trying to replicate a cooking video i saw online. lets just say it turned into a smoke alarm symphony. so there they were, standing in my apartment with the faint smell of burnt kale and a half-finished jigsaw puzzle of a cat. they didn’t see my LIFE choices in shambles. they saw my ARTISTIC vision in flames.
i always thought thirty was some ancient age. but here i am, just weeks away, and i find myself daydreaming about the barista at my local café. their energy pulls me in like some rom-com. i was halfway through confessing my love over a chai latte when i overheard them say they were engaged… and it hit me—if ryan reynolds can't get it right, what chance do i have with...