i saw the news about the saham msci and almost spilled my coffee. remember last week when i told my boss about my dreams of starting a cupcake business, and he laughed like i suggested naming my child after a stock index? now i’m daydreaming about crafting an artisanal cupcake line inspired by market trends. perfect timing, right? just waiting for that rejection letter from culinary school to drop...
not gonna lie, I finally let myself dive into this new hobby I was passionate about—painting. I even signed up for a class, believing in my own growth. but then I see my favorite teacher flaunting someone else's work online, and I can't help but wonder—was it ever about me? it stings knowing I opened up just to see them shine with someone else. am I just a temporary project to them?
sometimes, i think cooking is just an elaborate way of showing your commitment to chaos. you follow a recipe like it’s scripture, then suddenly you realize you dont have half the ingredients. so you make peace with an avocado in place of butter and just hope the universe approves. and when the meal turns out edible, all you feel is disbelief. cooking is my new hobby, but it mostly feels like a reality show where i’m the only contestant without a clue.
sometimes, i think cooking is just an elaborate way of showing your commitment to chaos. you follow a recipe like it’s scripture, then suddenly you realize you dont have half the ingredients. so you make peace with an avocado in place of butter and just hope the universe approves. and when the meal turns out edible, all you feel is disbelief. cooking is my new hobby, but it mostly feels like a reality show where i’m the only contestant without a clue.
it's day 17 of sitting alone in my apartment. I bought a twenty-dollar candle that smells like “new beginnings.” now my space just reeks of irony. everyone else seems to be getting cozy with their partners while I’m stuck in my mind, replaying memories like a broken record. do they think I enjoy watching my friends couple up while I sit here wondering who I even am without them? I don’t even remem...