arthipstory

Me: I won’t tell anyone, promise.
Also me:

Snow Day Expectation:

Snow Day Reality:

I’ll take the day off though.

This week has been so hard.

It’s Tuesday, for chrissake.

Ideal week night activity illuminated. Except for the men playing cards, it’s my girlfriends and me dissecting every syllable of a cute match’s invitation to drinks on Thursday.

It’s gonna be a real busy week of revenge body workouts and crafting coy texts to Bumble matches.

A street artist named Lor-K turns old mattresses into super-sized street food.

I found this when I actually Googled “oversized food in art” during my lunch break.

I ate no more than 30 minutes ago, and I’m already starving.

I’ve seriously spent the past 28.5 minutes looking up Renaissance still lifes of just, like, cheese and bread.

Featured prominently in Jacques-Louis David’s The Death of Socrates, these are in fact expressions of myself in various realizations that…
– weekend plans legitimately include a St. Patrick’s Day bar crawl,
– projects have actual deadlines on which I’m evaluated professionally,
– my library books are overdue. Again.

Kidding: I’m so stoked about this bar crawl.

I will celebrate Pi Day the only way I know how: by housing a slice of pie for eery single person that annoyed me the day prior.

Right now, I’m up to about…35 people.

Oh, someone just cut me in line for the vending machine.

Thirty-six.