it's 3am and i'm scrolling through my bank account, desperately hoping for a miracle like seeing the balance increase after reading about marcus freeman's return to coaching. why do my life choices feel like they're lined up to taunt me, like how he turned down the NFL and i'm still regretting that overpriced smoothie i bought on a whim? somehow, the $12 felt like an investment in self-care until ...
my family planned a nice holiday dinner. by dessert, they were giving me a power point presentation about my life choices, using my 8th-grade yearbook photo as a case study.
ngl, my boss just told me he loves me—yeah, I thought he was talking about my spreadsheets but nope, it was feelings. I panicked and said “thank you,” which was basically the human version of kicking a puppy, and now I can’t figure out if I should quit or just learn to avoid eye contact like it’s an Olympic sport. still can’t believe the only person I can’t ghost is the one with the biggest spreadsheets. #Kick #AwkwardMoments
ngl, my boss just told me he loves me—yeah, I thought he was talking about my spreadsheets but nope, it was feelings. I panicked and said “thank you,” which was basically the human version of kicking a puppy, and now I can’t figure out if I should quit or just learn to avoid eye contact like it’s an Olympic sport. still can’t believe the only person I can’t ghost is the one with the biggest spreadsheets. #Kick #AwkwardMoments
just realized my aunt mentioned my cousin’s “successful life” 6 times during dinner last night, then threw in that he also does “charity work.” like, what am i supposed to do? offer my extra coupons as a contribution? i literally just paid my rent with pizza points.