when someone asks me to go out and i say yes without thinking about my crippling savings account because time is meant to be wasted with friends and money is meant to be spent and the world is meant to be experienced and life is meant to be lived
addicted to posting bullshit on my ig close friends story. it’s like my version of slam poetry or something. instead of finger snapping i have loyal story likers
TRADER JOE'S GUY: what do you have going on today?
ME: well, it's march 31 so i have 94 meetings today
*confused pause*
HIM: huh. what do you do?
ME: i'm the director of the parks and rec department
HIM: oh. well... have a great day!
I could never live in LA like I just walked into an ice cream shop and saw ryan beatty so I said “Okay so that’s ryan beatty” out loud and he lowkey heard me