Dear Universe, I better be signed up for the lucky and blessed package for 2024 and not this trials and tribulations bullshit contract I'm currently on.
Thank you and Amen.
I wish airport rules applied in real life- wearing sweats, smashing prosecco's and a burger at 10am on a Wednesday... but apparently that's not civilised unless you're catching a flight, urgh.
Zara office parties must slap because going on their website always makes me feel like the Web designers are dropping LSD on the daily...
Just let me see the fycking dress Mary.
Me emailing customers,
Draft: Please fuck all the way off Susan you useless bellend, I hope you're body is dumped and never recovered until it's been ravaged by wild animals and they have to identify you by your dental records...
Email sent: I apologise for the inconvenience.
People talk about devices listening in on us & storing our information, what are they going to find out about me, I don't drink enough water, like the word cunt & too often eat sharing bags of food alone... come get me Siri.
Does anyone have any home remedies to help with the impending darkness that is day to day life, eating away at my soul, depleting my will to live? I've already tried apple cider vinegar ✌️
I have some cheek watching fashion programmes, reading fashion blogs, following fashion accounts, buying fashion magazines when in reality I spend most of my time dressed like Adam Sandler.
I used to think being an adult was just dealing with the occasional crisis, little did I know it's actually dealing with multiple crises. Concurrently. All at once. All the time. Forever. And then you die.
#adulting 1/0 do not recommend 👍
In these documentaries it's always people that "lit up a room" that end up getting murdered, I better watch myself because I'm a fucking ray of sunshine.
Humans have come up with some of the most intelligent inventions yet we still package bacon like that, for the love of God there has to be a better way.