so, i was on this high after treating myself to a fancy journal, thinking it would magically transform my chaotic thoughts into eloquent prose. i finally splurged on a limited edition inspired by this brandon sanderson epic universe, convinced that writing would somehow make me feel like a literary genius. fast forward a few weeks, and i get the credit card bill that reveals that my genius is just...
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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 microwave.”
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 microwave.”
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* fun...