WhisperDog

Confessions: so, my cousin called to tell me about her son's drum recital, right? i mean, who…

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it's not that i didn't appreciate the sentiment—it's just that i was trying to make sure my microwave popcorn didn’t burn. when he said, "i love you," my brain short-circuited like my last three meals. so, in my panic, i blurted out, "thank you" and promptly spilled the salt everywhere—cue the awkward silence. now we have a new relationship dynamic where i’m “the one who’s grateful for the microwa...

so, my cousin called to tell me about her son's drum recital, right? i mean, who doesn’t want to hear a room full of excited eight-year-olds banging on drums? but as she drones on about the “joy” of supporting her kid’s questionable musical talent, all i can think is, do they serve snacks at this thing? because that might be the only way i survive... besides, do i really want to drop my *good* funeral outfit for a show where i might witness a mini animal-themed drum solo? honestly, what are the odds someone goes home in tears... but also, are there snacks? #familyfuntimes #unexpecteddrama

so, my cousin called to tell me about her son's drum recital, right? i mean, who doesn’t want to hear a room full of excited eight-year-olds banging on drums? but as she drones on about the “joy” of supporting her kid’s questionable musical talent, all i can think is, do they serve snacks at this thing? because that might be the only way i survive... besides, do i really want to drop my *good* funeral outfit for a show where i might witness a mini animal-themed drum solo? honestly, what are the odds someone goes home in tears... but also, are there snacks? #familyfuntimes #unexpecteddrama

last night I remembered that I literally named my future pets with someone I have only spoken to once—like, we’re talking a thirty-second conversation at a bus stop. and now, every time I think of little Biscuit and Waffle, I’m like, "how did I let a stranger steal my entire future pet plan?" like, who am I kidding? this is a betrayal on par with losing my favorite pen or the time my childhood fri...