so i finally picked up watercolor painting because it looked peaceful, but turns out my neighbors now think i am the local lunatic who spills paint like it is my life’s mission while i paint portraits of their dogs in the middle of the street, really leaning into the “artist” stereotype, but hey, at least i am having fun and my kids love the mess i make.
so i spent two hours organizing my sock drawer and now im over here feeling like a corporate executive who just closed the biggest deal of their life while my actual to-do list is silently judging me from the kitchen table like "yeah, right"
i thought ordering food while parked would be a genius way to multitask and now here i am, sweating in a hot car trying to figure out if a double cheeseburger is really worth ruining my whole week over, like it somehow set off a chain reaction of regret already, can i just get my iced coffee in peace?
i thought ordering food while parked would be a genius way to multitask and now here i am, sweating in a hot car trying to figure out if a double cheeseburger is really worth ruining my whole week over, like it somehow set off a chain reaction of regret already, can i just get my iced coffee in peace?
just spent the entire afternoon trying to learn this complicated baking technique and my kitchen looks like a flour bomb went off—now i can't even tell if the cookies are burnt or just REALLY dark, so now i have this weird stress and the only thing i want to do is eat ice cream instead of these.