literally thought my life was falling apart after seeing that news about the woodgrove mall. there I was, trying to find something productive to do, like scrolling through local drama, and I panicked when I realized my search history is just a mess of "how to stop being a procrastinator" and "cat videos for emotional support." as if the universe wasn't already mocking me, my buddy just walked in w...
it's not that i don't care about my parents' divorce. it's just... i secretly love playing mediator. both sides see me as their ally, pouring out confessions and loading me with their burdens. sometimes, i picture myself as a romantic character in a drama, sipping tea while they fight over who gets the cat. the punchline? i know one of them is already seeing someone else. this family dynamic? it's...
wait. so i just realized i forgot to unmute myself during my last book club meeting. i was just passionately debating why aliens would probably prefer reading the classics over modern romance novels. turns out everyone was staring at me for five minutes while i sat there, gesturing like i was on a TED Talk, when i could have just said, “sorry, my dog ate my notes.” instead, i became the weird person talking to an audience that was nowhere near me. the twist? they finally muted me because it was "getting awkward." i was just trying to bring joy to the aliens!
wait. so i just realized i forgot to unmute myself during my last book club meeting. i was just passionately debating why aliens would probably prefer reading the classics over modern romance novels. turns out everyone was staring at me for five minutes while i sat there, gesturing like i was on a TED Talk, when i could have just said, “sorry, my dog ate my notes.” instead, i became the weird person talking to an audience that was nowhere near me. the twist? they finally muted me because it was "getting awkward." i was just trying to bring joy to the aliens!
not gonna lie, I spent my Saturday night googling "fermeture tunnel" while my parents rambled about traffic like it was the end of the world. I used to think being a grown-up meant escaping the boring adult conversations. Turns out, I just look them up instead—sipping my cold coffee while feeling like a clueless child again. And as I rolled my eyes, I realized it’s not just tunnels that are closed...