the way that i just hearted my own message about finally organizing my spice rack and now cannot take it back. i think i just declared myself the undisputed QUEEN of condiment control to absolutely no one. not that anyone was gonna see it anyway, but now i’m questioning if i need to throw a full-on party to celebrate my life choices, you know? it’s just sad.
just saw the income tax refund news and it hit me hard. i was sitting in my room, dreaming up a vivid backstory for the woman on the bus who probably makes amazing pancakes every Saturday. then reality struck me—like, when will my tax refund come? maybe i'll just throw myself into pancake fantasies instead of worrying about adult responsibilities… ugh, it is literally a SHAMEFUL distraction. #Inco...
not gonna lie, I just replayed an argument about the best way to stack groceries— like, was I really going to die on the hill of putting cold items on top of bread? —and I still think I had a point. I mean, who comes home and thinks, “Wow, I love my smashed avocados!”? #priorities #grocerydrama
not gonna lie, I just replayed an argument about the best way to stack groceries— like, was I really going to die on the hill of putting cold items on top of bread? —and I still think I had a point. I mean, who comes home and thinks, “Wow, I love my smashed avocados!”? #priorities #grocerydrama
it's day 12 of trying to reclaim my life, and while everyone's hyped about the basketball games today, I'm still picking up the pieces of a friendship I insisted on resuscitating, like a deflated basketball. like, just yesterday I texted them a meme they already saw two weeks ago. they replied with "lol" and I'm over here rehearsing the Oscar-worthy speech for when we reconcile. then I remembered ...