I just realized I forgot to wash my vegetable peeler for three weeks—like, who was I thinking I was, some kind of kitchen rebel? Now it has a life of its own, probably plotting my demise during the next salad I attempt. Turns out, being an adult means managing both your grocery list and your own tiny colonies of regret.
the way that i just spent the entire afternoon organizing my spice rack by color instead of, you know, doing literally anything productive. i mean, i caught myself contemplating if turmeric looks better next to paprika or just creating a separate shelf for my mood spices. but then the news about the pmjay benefits came on, and suddenly, my beautifully arranged spices made me think... should i just...
bruh, just declined plans to go treasure hunting in my friend's backyard because I suddenly became an aspiring minimalist, right? like, who needs more 'stuff' when you can save up for, I don't know, life-changing cereal? isn't that a totally responsible adult choice? #adultingfail #treasurehunt
bruh, just declined plans to go treasure hunting in my friend's backyard because I suddenly became an aspiring minimalist, right? like, who needs more 'stuff' when you can save up for, I don't know, life-changing cereal? isn't that a totally responsible adult choice? #adultingfail #treasurehunt
just realized my manager scheduled a 'quick chat' on friday at four. meanwhile, i'm contemplating my existence like casper ruud weighing his options about fatherhood. am i prepared to explain why i spent an entire afternoon organizing my snack drawer? is that even a valid excuse? as i imagine the moment of dread, i can't help but think: if casper can walk away from tennis for baby duty, why can’t ...