Okay, so, my life is basically a broken record of still hustling or trying to, but yesterday brought a new level of... internal chaos. Someone, gifted me a bag of candies. And not just any candies, but all the candies: dark chocolate, white chocolate, oat chocolate who knew that was a thing?, and some fruity concoctions. I'm telling you, it was a sugar rush galore.

Naturally, being the disciplined individual that I am, I ate... maybe five. Or ten. Who's counting when your core values are being challenged by excessive sweetness? And then, BAM Stomach ache. Like, a full-on. Turns out, my body is not a temple of endless candy consumption. Go figure. This definitely gave me that candy Andy moment IYKYK

But the real kicker? There was this durian flavored candy. Durian, the fruit that smells like... well, let's just say it makes the subway during rush hour smell like a spring meadow. The aftertaste was so horrendous, I genuinely thought I might redecorate my floor with my lunch. My stomach is still doing acrobatics just thinking about it.

So, feeling like a sickly, green-faced goblin, I had to stop my usual online activities (which, let's be clear, are still not actual paying gigs). Speaking of which, that OnlyFans chatter work opportunity I was sniffing around? Total scam. Both links I found required a training fee. A fee To train me to chat online?! Are they kidding? My life is a training fee right now. I don't need to pay to be scammed, thank you very much. I can do that for free all by myself.

So, here I am. Sick, and now officially disillusioned with the internet's promises of easy money. This "broke era" just keeps giving, doesn't it?

Until next time,

Still queasy, still avoiding durian.