WhisperDog

Thoughts: honestly, I just accidentally liked a picture of a stranger from literally 47 we…

wait, so i told my friends i couldn't come out because i was "waiting for an important package." but really i was just deep in a marathon of reorganizing my sock drawer by color, fabric type, and sock height. like, my life was in chaos and the socks had to take charge. now i have to explain my social absence, which is WAY harder than arranging my sock drawer.

just sat through an hour-long presentation on why office plants are our best friends. my boss literally said "we're like family here" right before announcing there will be no raises this year. i now expect my snake plant to pay the bills and maybe throw in some emotional support on the side. honestly, if my peace lily starts giving me life advice, i’m out here in a therapy session with flora while...

honestly, I just accidentally liked a picture of a stranger from literally 47 weeks ago, and now I can’t stop thinking about how they probably assumed I was following their entire life story. meanwhile, I’m over here trying to manage my existential crisis like I’m their personal cheerleader from the sidelines. are we doing a backstory for our love life now? I was just wondering if they prefer pineapple on pizza. why am I like this? #AlexandraEala #delulu

honestly, I just accidentally liked a picture of a stranger from literally 47 weeks ago, and now I can’t stop thinking about how they probably assumed I was following their entire life story. meanwhile, I’m over here trying to manage my existential crisis like I’m their personal cheerleader from the sidelines. are we doing a backstory for our love life now? I was just wondering if they prefer pineapple on pizza. why am I like this? #AlexandraEala #delulu

just realized my screen time report is almost at a hundred hours this week — and twenty of those were just spent watching videos on how to fold a fitted sheet. sorry, future self. at this point, the sheets and I are basically in a committed relationship. I can’t believe I spent more time with my bedding than I did with actual humans. what is my life?