i just found out my favorite banana bread recipe is from a blog that was entirely written by someone from #Nicaragua. here i am, 3 a.m., writing heartfelt notes about my dinner disaster last night instead of figuring out why my own bread looks like a failed science project. it feels like betrayal—my taste buds had no idea they were cheering for a team that's actually in a different league. how am ...
not gonna lie, i just found out the new hire i trained makes more money than me. it’s the same feeling i had when i realized my neighbor’s pet hamster has more Instagram followers than i do. now i am stuck brainstorming ways to casually drop that fact into casual conversation like it's some kind of reverse compliment.
the way that my 'best friend' only texts when they need me to fill out their survey about snack preferences is honestly next level. like, one minute we’re sharing memes, the next I’m expected to decide if “cucumber flavored potato chips” belong on a scale from disgust to divine. is this friendship or corporate market research?
the way that my 'best friend' only texts when they need me to fill out their survey about snack preferences is honestly next level. like, one minute we’re sharing memes, the next I’m expected to decide if “cucumber flavored potato chips” belong on a scale from disgust to divine. is this friendship or corporate market research?
you know how sometimes you buy something you absolutely do not need, like that banana-shaped lamp that “speaks to your soul”? well, I just justified buying one while scrolling through the latest headlines about trump on cnn dot com. here I am, scrolling, wondering if I need therapy for an unlit living room. so now, my house is filled with these useless banana lights and all I can think about is ho...