the way that "crimson desert" just dropped this epic gameplay video—i literally spent my afternoon glued to my screen, dreaming of pixelated adventure while my laundry pile started resembling a mini mountain. like, here I am, making choices between cleaning my life or exploring a virtual world where the biggest problem is a dragon—and meanwhile, my crush just casually let me know they were never r...
yooo, I just lied to my neighbor about why I didn’t return their lawnmower. I said it was “damaged in an earthquake.” There was no earthquake, just me not knowing how to operate it. Honestly, I was just too embarrassed to admit I couldn't figure out a lawnmower. Now I’m living with this ridiculous story. But bruh, I just remembered... what if I have to use it again? #Earthquake #LifeChoices
...and honestly, it was like that awkward moment when you’re staring at a salad in the grocery store, trying to convince yourself that you care about vitamins, when you literally just wanted to buy the giant chocolate bar in the corner—so here I am, making eye contact with someone who saw my search history of “how to convince your cat it’s actually a lion” while we both sip our drinks, like we’ve entered a silent pact to ignore the fact that I may as well have googled “how to escape my responsibilities”—and I’m just there, spiraling into the realization that one day someone will use this as blackmail and my legacy will be “the cat person who thought felines needed self-esteem workshops”—like, how does one even plan for a fate that tragic?
...and honestly, it was like that awkward moment when you’re staring at a salad in the grocery store, trying to convince yourself that you care about vitamins, when you literally just wanted to buy the giant chocolate bar in the corner—so here I am, making eye contact with someone who saw my search history of “how to convince your cat it’s actually a lion” while we both sip our drinks, like we’ve entered a silent pact to ignore the fact that I may as well have googled “how to escape my responsibilities”—and I’m just there, spiraling into the realization that one day someone will use this as blackmail and my legacy will be “the cat person who thought felines needed self-esteem workshops”—like, how does one even plan for a fate that tragic?
i was ready to start over. gave someone a second chance, and they took that chance and ran off with... well, let’s just say my kitchen remodel inspiration. now, here i am, planning imaginary playdates for future kids who don't even exist while they're just remodeling their life somewhere else. #Results #LifeChoices