I hate that passport stamps are slowly becoming a thing of the past. They were one of the coolest little souvenirs you could collect without even trying. Now half the time you just scan your face, walk through a gate, and that’s it. Kind of depressing if you ask me. That shit genuinely pisses me off.
So humiliating when I go get ice cream with people who order flavors like Earl Gray or Lavender or Lemon and then my greedy ass orders like Chocolate Chipper Double Dipper Brownie Explosion Landslide
feeling anxious at a social event. gonna pick at my cuticles. surely i will not rip off too much skin, thus causing me to awkwardly hold a blood-soaked tissue to my thumb for the remainder of the event. surely i have learned my lesson by now.