yooo, so my friend group just chose sides like we’re on a reality show and i ended up with the ones who think buying organic air is a smart investment. meanwhile, i’m over here checking how many microwave dinners i can get on sale to make rent. but you know what’s the kicker? one of them sent out a group chat asking for suggestions on how to save the environment while i’m still figuring out how to...
honestly, my mom asked when I am having kids again like I am just sitting here with my ideal partner who has mysteriously vanished. I reminded her that last time it was just a really aggressive round of stomach flu. so, yeah, you might say my last 'family planning' was more of a frantic Googling of symptoms and buying a gallon of ginger ale. she said, “not quite what I meant, but sure.”
I quit my stable job to pursue my passion, and now I literally miss the soothing embrace of corporate mediocrity. Like, how did I think chasing my dreams meant trading in my benefits package for existential dread? I thought I’d be making art, but here I am… debating if my leftovers count as a new recipe. I mean, how can pizza rolls feel like my most elevated culinary achievement?
I quit my stable job to pursue my passion, and now I literally miss the soothing embrace of corporate mediocrity. Like, how did I think chasing my dreams meant trading in my benefits package for existential dread? I thought I’d be making art, but here I am… debating if my leftovers count as a new recipe. I mean, how can pizza rolls feel like my most elevated culinary achievement?
ever had a friend who consistently bakes the same disastrous cake but thinks each time it’s gonna be different? my friend's like a chaotic episode of a cooking show gone wrong. I stopped offering help when I realized they were in an ONGOING battle with frosting like it was some twisted Mortal Kombat match. now, I just wait for the inevitable sugar-based catastrophe and my whole timeline erupts in ...