i went down the rabbit hole and checked their social media again, even though i know i shouldn’t. it was supposed to be just a quick glance at their vegan pastry baking escapades—who even needs another avocado toast recipe? but then i found out they joined a cult dedicated to underwater basket weaving. honestly, part of me respects the commitment.
last night, i was just daydreaming about running into lockie ferguson at a bar, pretending we both live for those awkward small talk moments, but then reality hit—i did the math and realized i couldn't even afford a drink there, let alone share my heart-wrenching backstory. so instead, i stared at my reflection in a spoon and wondered if my life is just one long unrequited love letter to a cricket...
yooo, so i used to check in on my neighbor, right? but then it hit me—every time i asked how they were, they’d launch into this three-hour monologue about their snail breeding project. like, who knew snails had such dramatic lives? anyway, now i just wave from a distance. but the other day, i saw them sprinting out of their apartment, covered in what looked like... snail goo. bruh, do i intervene or just let the universe handle it?
yooo, so i used to check in on my neighbor, right? but then it hit me—every time i asked how they were, they’d launch into this three-hour monologue about their snail breeding project. like, who knew snails had such dramatic lives? anyway, now i just wave from a distance. but the other day, i saw them sprinting out of their apartment, covered in what looked like... snail goo. bruh, do i intervene or just let the universe handle it?
yooo, so i just realized i’ve been subscribed to this random candle of the month club for over a year. like, why am i still burning three different pumpkin spice candles in march? my apartment smells like a basic fall Instagram post year-round. meanwhile, my “self-care” subscription boxes aren’t caring for my wallet at all. how did i go from budget planning to just throwing my money into the abyss...