day 28 of pretending to understand my brother's obsession with that weird vintage radio. he just dropped another 300 photos of its knobs in the family group chat—each with a backstory that sounds more intense than my college thesis. i'm sitting here, like, why is a thirty-year-old arguing with an antique over its "tone quality"? i am about to send a search party for my own sanity.
ok but when my family gathered for the holiday dinner, i thought we would be exchanging pleasantries and roast turkey. instead, they launched into an intervention about my love for collecting rubber ducks. like, excuse me, it’s called a passion. now i'm sitting here trying to explain the subtle differences between my favorite vintage rubber quackers and my roommate's alarming collection of garden ...
just realized my coworker forwarded a private message about how i can’t handle the broncos versus patriots game because it gives me heart palpitations. the whole team now thinks i am literally THAT person who takes sports personally, and like, why do i even still go to these meetings? #BroncosVsPatriots #WorkplaceDrama
just realized my coworker forwarded a private message about how i can’t handle the broncos versus patriots game because it gives me heart palpitations. the whole team now thinks i am literally THAT person who takes sports personally, and like, why do i even still go to these meetings? #BroncosVsPatriots #WorkplaceDrama
the way that i just checked my paint supply budget and literally went into a full existential crisis is next level. i stood in front of my easel like a disgraced art professor. my financial situation has now made abstract painting my ONLY realistic style. honestly, why is an empty canvas more intimidating than my student loans? who knew colors could cause so much emotional damage? #artiststruggles...