at the age where i can no longer discuss hair with men. last time i talked to a bald guy his friend said “so.. he’s bald bc he has cancer..SIKE🤪🤪🤪he’s just getting old” and the time before that the guy said “i had alopecia i dont wanna talk abt it” LIKE alright nvm
me saying what da hell thats so early when someone tells me they wake up at 5 for work as if i dont also wake up at 5 for work . suddenly im an actor for sake of small talk
i cant tell if the mailman is fr in love with me or he greets every person on this block with an enthusiastic “good morning you’re so beautiful” and stars in his eyes
got a call from the township about man who escaped the local psych ward and my mom said that customer that came earlier .. he’s a doctor there at the psych ward and i was like well… his patient just escaped so
I hate when people introduce me and say, “she’s funny asf” because now I gotta start cracking jokes all day when inside I’m deeply depressed. Like ain’t nothing funny rn, I got big problems.