not gonna lie, i turned down a pottery class because i didn’t want to be that person who accidentally makes an ashtray for my mom. then i spiraled into an intense 3am thought that my future children will one day ask why i can’t provide them with even one handmade mug for their tea parties. what if they grow up resenting me for it? the shame!
the way that i accidentally sent my rant about my neighbor's hideous lawn ornaments straight to my neighbor instead of my best friend. i was deep in the drama of "who does he think he is, the lawn ornament king?" only to see three dots pop up immediately. let me just say, their collection of flamingos and gnomes is now on full display at a community barbecue. definitely not going to live this one ...
day 47 of obsessing over an argument about how many paperclips fit in a standard-sized drawer. it started with a simple "no" and escalated into a full-blown debate with power poses and wild hand gestures. now, i am googling if paperclip dimensions are a sign of unresolved childhood trauma. why do i have to argue with a coworker like it's a final round of a reality show?
day 47 of obsessing over an argument about how many paperclips fit in a standard-sized drawer. it started with a simple "no" and escalated into a full-blown debate with power poses and wild hand gestures. now, i am googling if paperclip dimensions are a sign of unresolved childhood trauma. why do i have to argue with a coworker like it's a final round of a reality show?
yooo, so my family found my secret online alias where I review NINTENDO games using 17th-century English. now I have to explain why I wrote “hark! this game doth bringeth forth more joy than a squirrel finding acorns,” like literally what is my life. they all look at me like I just invented a new language while I awkwardly smile and say it was just for “fun.” they are definitely going to ask me to...