just discovered that the office copier was emailing my snack suggestions to everyone instead of me, and now my coworkers think i want to throw a potato chip potluck. i’m too socially awkward to clarify.
just sat down to finally work on my graphic novel about a time-traveling potato that wants to escape the mundane life of a vegetable. then i see magda linette out here serving us tennis vibes while i’m still stuck in my writer's block like a 12-hour video game cutscene that won’t skip. meanwhile, someone left me on read for three days just to reply with 'lol' and here i am crafting a universe wher...
ever found yourself writing an entire speech to convince a stranger why pineapple belongs on pizza? i just spent thirty minutes detailing the TANGY SWEET GOODNESS. deleted it right after because they are literally just an extra in my life movie. as if they would care. and then i realized i don’t even like pizza that much... why do i feel so passionately about fruit on dough?
ever found yourself writing an entire speech to convince a stranger why pineapple belongs on pizza? i just spent thirty minutes detailing the TANGY SWEET GOODNESS. deleted it right after because they are literally just an extra in my life movie. as if they would care. and then i realized i don’t even like pizza that much... why do i feel so passionately about fruit on dough?
so i literally just looked in the mirror and, like, saw my parents staring back at me, not because they were in the room, but because i realized i’ve adopted their worst habits. the other day, i debated the pros and cons of organized closet spaces while eating a whole pizza alone. life’s a joke, and meanwhile mitchell robinson pulls down ten rebounds like it's easy, and here i am still googling "a...