i just discovered my friends think i'm a huge WEIRDO for pretending to have deep conversations with my houseplants. apparently talking to them about my day and arguing with them over which season of a show is best is not normal. now i can't even water them without feeling like i need to have a therapist on speed dial, because i’m basically the plant whisperer with a one-sided relationship.
you know what really hit different? just saw the hype around the warriors vs hawks game. it reminded me of my personal war last week—lost an argument over who gets the last slice of pizza with my roommate, he pulled the ‘it was my idea to order it’ card. then today, he claimed it again in front of our friends like he invented the pizza—oh my god, am i the warriors getting bulldozed? i'm honestly s...
do you ever remember you promised to organize your entire spice rack but then, like, completely forgot until you grabbed paprika for tacos? literally weeks later, it’s still a chaotic abyss of questionable jars. i just realized i might be risking my life every time i make chili. is this what adulthood looks like? a silent war with your own cumin? #kitchenconfessions #spicelife
do you ever remember you promised to organize your entire spice rack but then, like, completely forgot until you grabbed paprika for tacos? literally weeks later, it’s still a chaotic abyss of questionable jars. i just realized i might be risking my life every time i make chili. is this what adulthood looks like? a silent war with your own cumin? #kitchenconfessions #spicelife
i just sat down for my holiday dinner, and suddenly it turned into an intervention about my obsession with collecting novelty spoons. my aunt said it's a "slippery slope" to spoon hoarding. like, sorry my life’s ambition is to be the proud owner of the world's largest spoon collection, but i guess i'll be turning my dining room into a therapy space instead. #spooningisnotasport #interventionseason