wait, so South Africa’s whole cricket team is crumbling while I’m over here avoiding conversations like they’re my ex’s family at a wedding? I mean, I just ghosted someone for no reason other than I didn’t wanna share my THOUGHTS. it felt like when you run out of ice cream but all you want is one more scoop. now I’m stuck here wondering if I’m the Roston Chase of friendships. I promise it’s just a...
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so there I was, adding up all the money I spend on... wait for it... scented candles. my latest addiction. i’m not kidding, i spent more on wax and wicks than i did on groceries last month. who knew the fragrance of “vanilla caramel whisper” would do less for my soul than the actual dessert? but here's the kicker — i found the one that smells like freshly washed laundry. suddenly, i’m battling my urge to roll around in my living room like an overgrown toddler, trying to figure out if that counts as exercise. clearly, adulthood has me throwing money at anything that will pretend to soothe my existential dread.
so there I was, adding up all the money I spend on... wait for it... scented candles. my latest addiction. i’m not kidding, i spent more on wax and wicks than i did on groceries last month. who knew the fragrance of “vanilla caramel whisper” would do less for my soul than the actual dessert? but here's the kicker — i found the one that smells like freshly washed laundry. suddenly, i’m battling my urge to roll around in my living room like an overgrown toddler, trying to figure out if that counts as exercise. clearly, adulthood has me throwing money at anything that will pretend to soothe my existential dread.
my manager scheduled a 'quick chat' on friday at 4pm, and my brain spiraled faster than my credit card debt when i saw that al hilal made a big splash in the transfer market, which feels like every one of my money misadventures wrapped up in a painful metaphor. as i stare at my empty fridge and contemplate offering to trade my vintage comic book collection for snacks, i can’t help but think maybe ...