Seeing something online (posted on the unsent project on my name) that’s got a key word that I know ONE specific person uses with me because it was how we first said I love you. And the fact that there’s literally only 10 posts for my name on there. I’m gonna cry so hard.
People should have to retake their drivers test when they hit 60, and then every 5 years after that. I’m tired of having my life flash before my eyes because y’all wanna be blind on the road
Got off work at 1, got home at 1:20, forgot that it was daylight savings time so an hour passed at home and I checked the time again, clock says 1:22, I said NO????? Check calendar, it’s daylight savings ending.
Waiting to see how long it takes my job to realize that the more people text and call me asking if I want to come in early, the less likely I am to come in early. So far, 5 people have messaged me
I think the stages of grief are wild because there’s no set order that they go in really, and you can experience more than one at a time. Like why am I sad and angry at the same