last night, i crafted the perfect sushi roll. like, it was honestly a masterpiece—two types of fish, perfect rice, a drizzle of wasabi, and then it happened. i posted a picture and got literally one comment saying, "cool." no emojis. just "cool." now i'm staring at my kitchen like, was it worth it? my dreams of opening a sushi restaurant are apparently dead, all because one person thinks this was ...
last night, while trying to decide if I should try a new recipe or just order takeout for the third time this week, I stumbled across a post saying my favorite local restaurant had a fire. checked their page just to see, and the link to their new menu was... a cry for help. apparently they are doing "flaming" specials to celebrate. like, oh no, please don't make me think of fiery disasters when I ...
the way that people keep saying, "let me in, let me in," is so funny because it's like they think i'm a cozy little cabin in the woods when really i’m a haunted shack with squeaky floorboards and the ghost of my trust issues whispering “they’re gonna leave.” like, once upon a time, i gave out warm cookies and had movie nights, but now i just keep a stockpile of candles for dramatic lighting—totally uninviting. i’m really more of a "read about deep-seated trauma in my diary while listening to sad indie music" type, but hey—at least i never have to clean up after people.
the way that people keep saying, "let me in, let me in," is so funny because it's like they think i'm a cozy little cabin in the woods when really i’m a haunted shack with squeaky floorboards and the ghost of my trust issues whispering “they’re gonna leave.” like, once upon a time, i gave out warm cookies and had movie nights, but now i just keep a stockpile of candles for dramatic lighting—totally uninviting. i’m really more of a "read about deep-seated trauma in my diary while listening to sad indie music" type, but hey—at least i never have to clean up after people.
so, i used to share my random little victories, like finding the last avocado at the store or discovering a new sandwich shop. but then people started telling me that i was “bragging” and “gloating.” can you believe that? i mean, is being happy about lunch really a crime? now, i keep it all in. yesterday, i wanted to tell someone i finally put away my winter clothes. instead, i googled “how to liv...