so yesterday, i was trying to find the right words to tell my dad about this awful roast i had at lunch, you know, and i accidentally called him my boss’s name instead. the look on his face was priceless, just pure confusion while i stood there turning bright red, like how do you even recover from that, but then he just laughed and said at least i know how to handle difficult clients or something.
sitting in my cramped apartment, 300 bucks left in my bank account, while my neighbor’s out here throwing fancy dinner parties and posting it all online, sometimes it feels like im stuck in a time loop and all i can do is watch them have lives i cant even dream of.
so my favorite mug broke today, the one i literally have had since college, and i think it kind of sums up my life right now, like apparently you need a legally binding document for things to matter, and a shattered ceramic piece just feels way too on brand at this point.
so my favorite mug broke today, the one i literally have had since college, and i think it kind of sums up my life right now, like apparently you need a legally binding document for things to matter, and a shattered ceramic piece just feels way too on brand at this point.
i thought i was going to pass out from stress after getting that letter from the bank about my loan denial but somehow, after what felt like a million phone calls and sleepless nights, i just found out they actually reconsidered and approved it instead, like WOW, seriously what a relief, now i can finally start that project i’ve been dreaming about, can't believe this is real.