literally just found a photo of me attempting to make a gourmet dessert that exploded all over the kitchen. why was I so convinced I could bake a soufflé without even owning a whisk? the aftermath was basically a crime scene... who needs evidence in a courtroom when my camera roll is already the DEFENSE.
the way that i just bought a vintage record player, THREE overpriced vinyls, and a stack of obscure magazines. yet my closet is screaming for a decent pair of jeans. listen, it’s the audacity of collecting things i can’t even play while wearing pajama pants that don’t fit anymore. i’m literally prepared for an underground speakeasy but my clothes would get me kicked out of a dollar store.
it's 2am and i just reorganized my entire spice rack by country of origin while pondering why dj mckinney is living his best life at Notre Dame and i'm literally stuck with a group of people at work who treat team lunches like a high school popularity contest. honestly, it’s like throwing my dreams into a black hole and they just come back as cumin. #DjMckinney #spicerackdrama
it's 2am and i just reorganized my entire spice rack by country of origin while pondering why dj mckinney is living his best life at Notre Dame and i'm literally stuck with a group of people at work who treat team lunches like a high school popularity contest. honestly, it’s like throwing my dreams into a black hole and they just come back as cumin. #DjMckinney #spicerackdrama
yooo, my family group chat has officially turned into a CRIME SCENE - everyone’s discussing the best way to bake a potato while I’m just here, hyperventilating, because I discovered Aunt Karen’s hidden obsession with knitting RATS. yeah, RATS. — she has a whole collection and even named them after family members. — can’t even focus on my own vision board for life when I'm being haunted by knitted ...