day 47 of trying to figure out how to make spaghetti from scratch. just caught myself googling "how to make homemade sauce like my mom does." meanwhile, i don’t even remember the last time i made a salad.
last night, i was organizing my camera roll and discovered i have an entire album dedicated to unflattering photos of food that i said i would definitely eat but totally forgot about. there is a taco from three months ago that looks like it had a rough night out, and i am convinced these images would only lead to further questioning if i ever needed to defend my choices in court.
not gonna lie, i just spent three hours imagining what my life would be like if my local grocery store employee and i fell madly in love. like, we are picking out the freshest produce together and planning a future where we debate the merits of kale versus spinach. even named our imaginary cat “Grocery” because obviously we are quirky like that. then i saw him drop a box of cereal on the floor and suddenly felt so sad for our *never to be* family. we never stood a chance, did we?
not gonna lie, i just spent three hours imagining what my life would be like if my local grocery store employee and i fell madly in love. like, we are picking out the freshest produce together and planning a future where we debate the merits of kale versus spinach. even named our imaginary cat “Grocery” because obviously we are quirky like that. then i saw him drop a box of cereal on the floor and suddenly felt so sad for our *never to be* family. we never stood a chance, did we?
the way that i just caught myself googling "how to break up with someone nicely" when my last relationship ended two years ago—only to realize i was thinking about sending an apology text to my high school crush who has a serious girlfriend. meanwhile, lauren bell has just made history, and here i am questioning if my 4am text game still works. should i just send the text or manifest her energy in...