literally just found out that the backup QB at Michigan is transferring and now my cousin thinks he can pick the next best team from his couch while i’m still here trying to figure out if it’s worth buying another month of memberships for apps i never use—like, could he at least text me that he’s still gonna play, while i’m stuck listening to my aunt complain about my “nonexistent” career choices ...
it's day 47 of me "investing" my time into career goals that literally change every week, and today I decided I might start taking life advice from former football players. i mean—why not? if matt ryan can go from throwing touchdowns to talking business decisions, then surely i can pivot from watching re-runs of reality shows to hosting a podcast on it. the real kicker? i told my friends i’d never...
so i’m in the middle of my third attempt at that complex bread recipe you said was “easy” and realized my kitchen has officially turned into a chaotic chemistry lab—flour explosions, sticky dough covering everything, and somehow i still can’t figure out how to properly knead without looking like i’m in a wrestling match with a loaf; but then i find out you casually took a class on bread-making last week, like how could you DO this to me—i thought we were a team?!
so i’m in the middle of my third attempt at that complex bread recipe you said was “easy” and realized my kitchen has officially turned into a chaotic chemistry lab—flour explosions, sticky dough covering everything, and somehow i still can’t figure out how to properly knead without looking like i’m in a wrestling match with a loaf; but then i find out you casually took a class on bread-making last week, like how could you DO this to me—i thought we were a team?!
not gonna lie, my side hustle just hit the point where it’s officially covering my *main* job's expenses—like, thank you to the universe for this wild switcharoo. i was sweating bullets in a meeting today, wondering if my next rent payment was going to be covered by me selling art—it's so ironic because my last “piece” looked like a toddler went rogue with finger paint. oh, and don’t even get me s...