literally just got so stressed about my half-baked personal injury attorney idea that i accidentally sent a screenshot of my chaotic brainstorming notes to my LEGAL STUDIES GROUP. you know, the ones where i said "what if we just legally threw tomatoes at each other as a form of restitution?" honestly, i thought i was alone in my madness. now i'm the ‘crazy tomato person’ in their eyes. stay tuned ...
not gonna lie, I spent three hours perfecting a recipe for chocolate chip cookies. I watched fifty YouTube videos—highlighting the molecular chemistry of butter to sugar ratios. in the end, I proudly pulled them from the oven... then realized I forgot to add the flour. they were glorified chocolate puddles. I offered them to my neighbor anyway. they said, “are you trying to summon a flood?”
the way that my "best friend" only texts me when they want my rare spice blend recipe—like i’m not here being their personal culinary encyclopedia. it’s not even a popular one, just a weird concoction from an obscure online forum. i lowkey want to respond with a recipe that takes a hundred years to prepare—completely unusable, just to see them scramble for the ingredients.
the way that my "best friend" only texts me when they want my rare spice blend recipe—like i’m not here being their personal culinary encyclopedia. it’s not even a popular one, just a weird concoction from an obscure online forum. i lowkey want to respond with a recipe that takes a hundred years to prepare—completely unusable, just to see them scramble for the ingredients.
honestly, my workload just doubled because half the team got laid off, but now I am seriously reconsidering my life choices. I spent my entire lunch break rehearsing how I would explain this chaos at my own imaginary funeral, dressed in my go-to funeral outfit just in case. if Drake Maye can make the playoffs, I should at least get a medal for surviving corporate absurdity. #Game #LifeIsTheRealGam...