Dear, 8-pound, 6-ounce, newborn infant Jesus, don't even know a word yet, just a little infant and so cuddly, but still omnipotent, we just thank you for all the races I've won and the 21.2 million dollars
no but in all seriousness imagine this is your very first time in the world cup and not only do you not lose a single game in the group stage (one of which is against a top 3 team) but your first knockout game is against the current world champions and u still almost win
we live in age of great moral panics about things that don’t matter at all and zero moral outrage over some of the most egregious societal sins we’ve ever seen
this is the golden age for people who are good-but-not-great writers who write run-on sentences with too many commas. guess what? i’m the only one you can trust
I reconnect with people easily even after years of not talking because no friendship of mine is truly severed unless otherwise stated and there will always be a place in my life for everyone I once met
I actually don't want to climb any corporate ladders. I don't care about job titles. I don't need accolades.
I just want to have income to fund my lifestyle, not be depressed, help other people, and be around good humans.