so i literally spent an hour making a perfect spaghetti bolognese and then realized i forgot to buy cheese, like what is even the point of that dish without cheese, it was just a bowl of regret and sadness and now i am basically too tired to eat anything at all.
one time i was in a crowded elevator and it got stuck so naturally i started talking about my awful day like i was on a podcast or something, forgot people were listening. then the door opened and i realized i had just been venting to my dentist who was supposed to be checking out my teeth later that week.
so today i found a spoon that looked like it just finished a marathon and somehow my kitchen is still a disaster zone but somehow the spoon has MORE character than me. who knew that managing a house would involve more emotional breakdowns over cutlery than actual cooking.
so today i found a spoon that looked like it just finished a marathon and somehow my kitchen is still a disaster zone but somehow the spoon has MORE character than me. who knew that managing a house would involve more emotional breakdowns over cutlery than actual cooking.
so after two years of battling for disability accommodations at work, my doctor sent the 11th letter and now they want a form filled out in triplicate with an original seal from a unicorn or something and i just keep imagining a giant bureaucratic octopus tangled in paperwork, slowly suffocating my sanity, and somehow, this is all just my fault for not being born more “acceptable” i guess or, like...