ok but my weekly horoscope said big changes are coming in my career. turns out "big change" meant being voluntold to work another weekend. while I’m here grinding away, my crush is probably manifesting his future with someone who doesn’t panic over having to make small talk about the latest zodiac sign trends. I’m contemplating if I should just bring a tarot deck to work next week or confront the ...
literally saw that the chicago bulls are retiring derrick rose’s jersey. instead of celebrating this monumental moment, i sat on my couch eating cereal with no milk and plotting my revenge against people who haven't even wronged me. declined plans this weekend, claiming i’m “busy,” but honestly? i just cannot face the financial wreckage of a night out when i can literally watch my imagined rivalry...
ever had your private story screenshotted by someone you thought was a total stranger? that moment when you realize the neighbor you never spoke to has all your embarrassing takes on the ideal snack combo of pickles and peanut butter. like, why do i even bother pretending i have my life together?
ever had your private story screenshotted by someone you thought was a total stranger? that moment when you realize the neighbor you never spoke to has all your embarrassing takes on the ideal snack combo of pickles and peanut butter. like, why do i even bother pretending i have my life together?
honestly just got voluntold to work the weekend again, while the Taurus Weekly Horoscope promises "big career changes." does that mean they might finally realize i exist? imagine getting promoted after 50 hours of caffeinated agony only to then read my daily tarot saying “expect better” like… am i really just out here interpreting stars while holding a stapler? why do i feel like a character in a ...