wait, so Asian Paints just tanked, right? my mom still has those ancient paint swatches taped to the fridge. it’s like our family’s personal shrine to indecision. meanwhile, I can’t even decide what to make for dinner, but you best believe those swatches are alive and thriving in my mother’s mind. sorry, fridge! I mean, honestly, who knew colors could cause more drama than family dinners? guess my...
not gonna lie, i scrolled through my old art posts for the third time this week and ended up deep diving into the news about asian paints shares, which is such a twist, right? like, my love for colors was thriving until i remembered that my bathroom still looks like a haunted beige dungeon from two years ago. if they can have a decline, maybe it means my decision to stick with that dull color isn’...
...and then my mom just casually asked when i’m having kids again. Like, hello? I can’t even keep a houseplant alive, and she’s imagining tiny versions of me running around. Meanwhile, i’m daydreaming about kidnapping an entire basketball team for revenge against the last person who dared to cut in front of me in line. But who needs kids when you can channel your frustration into elaborate revenge fantasies? #WhatAmIDoingWithMyLife #RevengeIsABasketballTeam
...and then my mom just casually asked when i’m having kids again. Like, hello? I can’t even keep a houseplant alive, and she’s imagining tiny versions of me running around. Meanwhile, i’m daydreaming about kidnapping an entire basketball team for revenge against the last person who dared to cut in front of me in line. But who needs kids when you can channel your frustration into elaborate revenge fantasies? #WhatAmIDoingWithMyLife #RevengeIsABasketballTeam
i heard trump is thinking about his legacy, so naturally, i spent my day crafting dramatic obituaries in my head—imagine people weeping at the news of my pizza delivery getting delayed again... should i just be like, “remember when she couldn’t decide between pepperoni or veggie for TWO whole hours? the true tragedy”? i mean, if he’s panicking about how he’ll be remembered, shouldn’t we all—especi...