sat through an entire conversation about how much someone loves olives and now I’m questioning my life choices like do I even like food or am I just here for the breadsticks, this is not a healthy thought process, who does that to a person?
just got the results from that weird skin thing i was freaking out about and it turns out it was nothing serious, like really, nothing, i was so ready to panic but now i feel so light and happy, like how did this even work out.
just spent twenty minutes trying to use a fork like it’s a magic wand— why do these tines feel like a thousand tiny spears trying to stab my hand instead of food? if only my arm could get a performance review like these utensils— who knew relearning how to eat could be a full-blown episode of a cooking show gone wrong.
just spent twenty minutes trying to use a fork like it’s a magic wand— why do these tines feel like a thousand tiny spears trying to stab my hand instead of food? if only my arm could get a performance review like these utensils— who knew relearning how to eat could be a full-blown episode of a cooking show gone wrong.
spent half my day crafting the perfect meal for my lunch break and ended up accidentally leaving it in the fridge at home, now i am staring at a sad vending machine thinking about how food is just a cruel reminder of what could have been…