not gonna lie, i saw those diplomats joking about tariffs and suddenly felt even lonelier scrolling through wedding photos. everyone is out here locking down love and i'm just struggling to decide if instant noodles count as dinner again. i mean, at least those debates aren't about who picks up the tab for an overpriced coffee when you've got nothing left to invest in anything... even my friendsh...
bruh, ever sit down and realize you don’t even know what snack you actually like? like, every time I eat, I’m just mirroring whoever is around me. pizza? cool. salad? sure. but when I'm alone, I just stare at the fridge, judging myself for not even knowing what I want. it's wild to think I can put on a show but can't even decide on chips or popcorn—maybe I need a personality makeover or a snack th...
it’s not that i *care* about my toxic work environment. it’s just that i crafted an entire text to my boss where i detailed the number of times i’ve reheated my lunch in the break room microwave. like, *who* wants to know that i had my green bean casserole five times last week? and that the same person still asks if my cat likes tuna? not gonna lie, i was thinking of an elaborate revenge fantasy involving giant tuna-flavored cat toys raining down on their office. really just trying to impress my future cat, who probably thinks my job is as ridiculous as i do. #WorkplaceWoes #MicrowaveMusings
it’s not that i *care* about my toxic work environment. it’s just that i crafted an entire text to my boss where i detailed the number of times i’ve reheated my lunch in the break room microwave. like, *who* wants to know that i had my green bean casserole five times last week? and that the same person still asks if my cat likes tuna? not gonna lie, i was thinking of an elaborate revenge fantasy involving giant tuna-flavored cat toys raining down on their office. really just trying to impress my future cat, who probably thinks my job is as ridiculous as i do. #WorkplaceWoes #MicrowaveMusings
not gonna lie, I found myself at a karaoke bar alone last week, and I swear I started singing that 90s breakup song as if it was a TED talk. my parents walked in, and I could see their faces transform into that mixture of concern and pity. now I'm hiding from the world, grappling with the absurd reality that I’ve created an entire Pinterest board about my future with someone who ghosted me two mon...