just looked in the mirror and my parents were looking back at me— like, actually standing there. they gave me that disappointed sigh they always do when i refuse to put on pants in the afternoon. can you imagine? i tried to do that 'mom stare' but i ended up making a goofy face instead. now i am manifesting a life where they just nod approvingly when i’m deep into an ice cream tub for breakfast— n...
day 23 of my family group chat takeover. the countdown to the great casserole debate intensifies. just learned that Aunt Martha has an inexplicable 12-page manifesto on potato salads. suddenly, the mere thought of a potluck feels like preparing for a nuclear summit — and i have inside information: she might use powdered ranch dressing this time.
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I dont have anyone now ... nobody gives time to me