Somehow almost three weeks slipped by without a new entry. I had a few important thoughts during these times:
Hummus has totally ruined mayonnaise for me as a salad dressing. It’s not really a bad thing.
You know what’s worse than rejection? Silence.
I’m still doing that tight-arse thing where I perform a brief SWOT analysis in my head every time I use a piece of paper towel.
Sometimes beautiful sunsets piss me off, because the world looks pretty and it makes me feel like maybe I shouldn’t accept it’s a terrible place ruined by humans and it can’t be changed.
Am I a dual citizen?
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If you met yourself from the future, what would you ask your future self?
What if they wont tell you anything?