do you ever feel like your paycheck is literally just a cruel joke? like you get that deposit and suddenly your to-do list is just a parade of overdue bills? i'm over here reusing tea bags like a survivalist, pretending that splitting a sandwich with a coworker is some kind of gourmet date night. honestly, if people only knew the reality of my "financial stability," they'd probably send me sympath...
honestly, i was just looking at an old recipe for butternut squash soup that my grandma used to make—and i realized that the ingredients were basically a metaphor for my friendships. i have all these fancy contacts saved in my phone—like the gourmet spices—but when i’m having a bad day, it’s the basic stuff i really need, you know? the onions and garlic. my kitchen feels emptier than my social lif...
literally just found out my super awkward three-minute rendition of “I Will Survive” at karaoke got screenshotted by someone i don't even know. i thought i was alone in my apartment, just my half-eaten pizza and questionable life choices witnessing my brilliance. now, it's out there, trapped in the cloud for all eternity. part of me is horrified, but another part thinks, if i can survive THAT moment, maybe i can survive this weird spiral into collective embarrassment.
literally just found out my super awkward three-minute rendition of “I Will Survive” at karaoke got screenshotted by someone i don't even know. i thought i was alone in my apartment, just my half-eaten pizza and questionable life choices witnessing my brilliance. now, it's out there, trapped in the cloud for all eternity. part of me is horrified, but another part thinks, if i can survive THAT moment, maybe i can survive this weird spiral into collective embarrassment.
honestly, I just found out about brad arnold's passing, and it hit me like a brick because I remember blasting 3 Doors Down while awkwardly trying to connect with my new colleagues at a karaoke night, yaara. I was literally the only one who knew the lyrics, standing there like an overenthusiastic desi in a sea of confused faces, matlab I can almost feel my mom’s voice saying “what are you doing?” ...