so i spent a whole week perfecting a soufflé for my friends dinner party and it literally collapsed in the oven. they all sat there staring at the pancake on their plates and i just had to laugh because i seriously can’t tell if the dessert was worse or the realization that i will never live this down is.
so i finally got around to cleaning out the junk drawer today and found the old popcorn machine i haven't used in ages but still can’t believe how many takeout menus i saved like what was i even thinking, now it feels like a museum of poor choices or something, i should really get it together and—
so i finally got around to cleaning out the junk drawer today and found the old popcorn machine i haven't used in ages but still can’t believe how many takeout menus i saved like what was i even thinking, now it feels like a museum of poor choices or something, i should really get it together and—
so i decided to take up gardening because you know, flowers are supposed to make you feel good, right? instead i spent two hours talking to a dead plant that i thought was just sleeping and it’s like, who knew growing things could be this depressing.