had to unravel all of my work on the second crochet bra cup bc i miscounted the chains AT THE VERY BEGINNING, feeling like murder

i have a gym thing at 17 (5pm american losers) and i dont wannaaaaa i wanna stay homeeeee but also like, i know ill regret not going so

overslept til 12, i hate this

sent the draft to the supervisor, we slay, we party, we crochet until our fingers fall off

ai text detector just marked stuff written BY ME as ai generated, i wanna throw something and bite a bitch

paris paloma - labour but its about me and my thesis supervisor

i'm just a little girlie, what have i done to deserve LABOUR

i wish stuff just girlbossed itself

i either forgot how to css or the code is being annoying just to spite me

started making my next crochet top, this time its extra slutty, vibing tho i should be crunching my thesis