ok but I just realized I stopped checking in on my neighbor because they never once asked about my life, and now my whole apartment smells like burnt toast from my last “gourmet” dinner attempt. I’m crying over a soggy grocery receipt while watching the Al Hilal drama unfold like it's a soap opera, wondering if I should’ve joined that online cooking class instead of scrolling through transfer news...
I literally just spent an entire weekend looking up Sherfane Rutherford’s stats and how he played in the match. I mean, who cares, right? But then I thought, if he can hit sixes under pressure, why can't I handle the pressure of picking what to have for dinner without spiraling into a full-on existential crisis? Like, I ordered Thai last time and now I’m thinking, did I get comfortable with my cho...
honestly, I just remembered I was supposed to send my old high school teacher a heartfelt thank-you note weeks ago. you know, the kind where you get all sappy about how they changed your life. except I completely forgot and now they’re probably convinced I’m either dead or just a rude human. so I guess I'll just write "thank you for the memories" on a postcard from the local diner with a photo of fries. #Oops #LateButSincere
honestly, I just remembered I was supposed to send my old high school teacher a heartfelt thank-you note weeks ago. you know, the kind where you get all sappy about how they changed your life. except I completely forgot and now they’re probably convinced I’m either dead or just a rude human. so I guess I'll just write "thank you for the memories" on a postcard from the local diner with a photo of fries. #Oops #LateButSincere
bruh, I just spent twenty minutes debating whether I should have said "your face looks like a potato" instead of "let’s agree to disagree." like, do I want to hurt feelings or just feel superior? honestly, who cares about civil discourse when I could win a fight by comparing someone to a starchy vegetable... it just makes sense... sort of?