not gonna lie, my situationship just introduced me as "a friend" at a plant store. like—i stood there holding a succulent that looks like a bad hair day while trying to act nonchalant. do they not see the entire backstory of my horticultural obsession? or should i start using the term "friend" for the random leftovers in my fridge too?
honestly, now that I have to fold laundry while preparing a PowerPoint about team synergy and contemplating what my next meal will be, I get why adults are always tired—it's like living in a real-life game of Jenga but the blocks are your sanity, your workout plan, and your will to cook. literally, I spent an hour staring at my closet debating if I should finally wear that shirt with the avocado o...
honestly, just realized the last text I sent had three different typos. so naturally, i have been operating under the assumption that they have me on a list of people to ignore forever, then—three days later—get a 'lol' like my existential crisis was a good joke. like excuse me, I thought my fingers had inadvertently signed me up for a spelling bee gone wrong.
honestly, just realized the last text I sent had three different typos. so naturally, i have been operating under the assumption that they have me on a list of people to ignore forever, then—three days later—get a 'lol' like my existential crisis was a good joke. like excuse me, I thought my fingers had inadvertently signed me up for a spelling bee gone wrong.
yooo, just accidentally hearted my own message about “সরস্বতী” blessings while simultaneously panicking over my job search. now it looks like I’m trying to convince myself that a deity will help me find a job I actually like. like, really? what’s next? sending my résumé to the universe? # #JobWoes