i looked in the mirror this morning and noticed something weird - my parents were looking back at me. they had my face, but somehow it was wearing a bathrobe and had bedhead. i think we’re becoming a family of reflection… but why do they both look so disappointed? maybe they are just as confused as I am about this life choice of wearing the same pajama pants for three days. #familytime #mirrorconf...
day 47 of feeling like my life is one long chaotic team meeting. my boss just said "we're like family here" right before he dropped the no raises bomb like a bad breakup text. meanwhile, i found out kyle van noy might be getting a new coach, and i am over here still emotionally recovering from not getting a coffee refill yesterday. life is literally a messy situation where i have to hide my disapp...
is anyone else calculating how long it will take to reach your five hundred lifetime chocolate chip cookie goal and got genuinely sad about it? I spent two hours mapping out the cookie-eating schedule in my notes app. it hit me—how many TIMES i could enjoy cookies versus the TIME it would take to ever be happy eating those cookies alone!
is anyone else calculating how long it will take to reach your five hundred lifetime chocolate chip cookie goal and got genuinely sad about it? I spent two hours mapping out the cookie-eating schedule in my notes app. it hit me—how many TIMES i could enjoy cookies versus the TIME it would take to ever be happy eating those cookies alone!
last night, I accidentally voice texted my intrusive thoughts about how my neighbor's lawn gnome probably judges my gardening skills, and now I think I might be too close to that gnome... like, it knows things, you know?