ever notice how a late-game scuffle feels a lot like the time your coworker yelled "team player" while stealing your lunch? i thought my workplace drama was bad until i found out luguentz dort isn’t the only one who throws punches; my entire family has been ducking and dodging deep-seated secrets for years, and let me tell you—suddenly all those awkward Thanksgiving dinners make sense—especially t...
wait, so i just found out about this gold rate thing, right? and suddenly i’m daydreaming about how if i had just chosen to become a goldsmith instead of, like, an accountant, my life would be sooo different. imagine me, in a tiny shop, gluing tiny diamonds on little chains and crying over how one customer thought my craftsmanship was “just okay.” but instead, here i am, weeping at a commercial ab...
not gonna lie, I trusted the process of making my own cleaning supplies, right? bought all the ingredients, convinced myself I was going to be some eco-warrior goddess. first batch went well, smelled like a citrusy dream, until the spray bottle EXPLODED all over my bathroom. now my place smells like a frat party mixed with an orange grove and... I just don't know how to feel about it... do I lean into the chaos or... just pretend it’s not a hazardous area?
not gonna lie, I trusted the process of making my own cleaning supplies, right? bought all the ingredients, convinced myself I was going to be some eco-warrior goddess. first batch went well, smelled like a citrusy dream, until the spray bottle EXPLODED all over my bathroom. now my place smells like a frat party mixed with an orange grove and... I just don't know how to feel about it... do I lean into the chaos or... just pretend it’s not a hazardous area?
not gonna lie, I spent three hours the other night re-organizing my entire collection of vintage typewriters, literally screaming at each one for their pathetic lack of modern technology. as I stood there in the glow of an antique lamp, I imagined every last one of them suddenly coming to life and rolling out a manifesto about my mediocre existence. I mean, they can't even spell "revolutionary" wi...