yoo, so my friends are posting about their new houses and shiny cars like it's some kind of contest. meanwhile, I'm over here contemplating whether I can afford ramen for the week. I thought thirty was when everyone had their lives together, but honestly, I’m still waiting for my Hogwarts letter or something. I swear I might just start charging for my advice on how to... not succeed. #adultingisha...
this news about the tariffs dropping feels like a joke to me. everyone around me is talking about investments, like it’s nothing. i can barely keep up with rent and still have to dodge calls from the bank. you know, after my best friend left, it’s like all my financial stress got amplified... i opened a food delivery app and calculated my last order, only to realize it’s been a week of instant noo...
literally sitting here, counting the spare change from the couch cushions like it’s my new retirement plan, hoping no one notices I’ve added five dust bunnies to my "net worth," while imagining my bank account does some crazy backflips to impress the landlord, who actually thinks I have a savings plan when I can barely plan what to eat for lunch—if I can find any food not expired in the back of the fridge that hasn't mysteriously evolved into a science project.
literally sitting here, counting the spare change from the couch cushions like it’s my new retirement plan, hoping no one notices I’ve added five dust bunnies to my "net worth," while imagining my bank account does some crazy backflips to impress the landlord, who actually thinks I have a savings plan when I can barely plan what to eat for lunch—if I can find any food not expired in the back of the fridge that hasn't mysteriously evolved into a science project.
so here i am, scrolling through my library of digital art references, pretending my bank account isn't about to send me a "we need to talk" text. meanwhile, my coworker, fresh out of art school—great portfolio and even better trust fund—just got handed the big bucks, and i'm over here using 90 percent of my sketchpad to doodle sad cartoons about my bills. it’s a wild world when you train someone w...