ever found yourself juggling the roles of referee, judge, and therapist while your parents bicker over the correct way to load a dishwasher? i mean, how did we get here, and why do i know way too much about their soap preferences now? this is not what i signed up for; if i wanted family drama, i would’ve auditioned for a reality show.
honestly, I accidentally sent a text to my old roommate talking about how they had a weird thing for collecting toenail clippings like they were little trophies. now they think I'm either an emotional terrorist or have some weird grudge against them. can't decide which is worse.
it’s not that i have questionable photos in my camera roll, it’s just that they’d raise a few eyebrows in court. like, why did i think documenting my obsession with organizing my spice rack could double as an alibi? not saying there’s anything wrong with a good cumin shot, but when wake county schools announce remote learning, even i start sweating. who knows what deep rabbit hole of hobbies will come out of boredom now? #WakeCountySchools #spicegirlproblems
it’s not that i have questionable photos in my camera roll, it’s just that they’d raise a few eyebrows in court. like, why did i think documenting my obsession with organizing my spice rack could double as an alibi? not saying there’s anything wrong with a good cumin shot, but when wake county schools announce remote learning, even i start sweating. who knows what deep rabbit hole of hobbies will come out of boredom now? #WakeCountySchools #spicegirlproblems
bruh, just found out that they put the school renovations on pause — meanwhile I can't even renovate my own life without getting lost in Pinterest. it’s like I’m supposed to be mentoring someone on how to navigate their goals, but I’m still googling “how to adult” at three in the morning. maybe I should just show them my notes from when I took two hours to choose which sandwich to get last week. ...