I swear I have the only job where it's normal to have a conversation about how someone's wedding is next month and they're so excited about it finally happening after COVID delays and shit and then the next person tells me that they just casually witnessed a murder suicide last night
leaving for France tomorrow... anyone have any last-minute advice on how to deal with the "oh fuck this is actually happening, I'm so nervous I want to throw up" feeling?
I'm doing preliminary research into grad school programs since I'll graduate either next summer or fall and Jesus Christ, I swear colleges make their grad program sites borderline unnavigable to weed people out
i'm at the point in my life where i've tipsy commissioned someone to make a hilariously bad portrait of my two cats. i'm not sure what that says about me, but here we are.
"in every bar fight, you throw the first punch. get tossed in a plague pit, you crawl out. burned at the stake and still alive. you even went to hell and back. let's face it, you're impossible." i spiritually relate to bean from disenchantment.
I need an adultier adult to tell me to stop staring at the checkout screen on United's website and actually purchase my damn ticket to Paris. I'm freaking out so hard, I feel like I'm gonna puke. I can't believe this is real.