literally just got asked by my mom when i'm having kids again, and i had to remember i don’t even have a partner, let alone a uterus that can be relied upon for baby-making. like, am i supposed to just show up to a grocery store with a random sperm donor and start picking out cribs?
I have been training for a marathon. Not because I love running, but because I figured if I just run fast enough, someone would have to come save me from this mid-life crisis. Turns out, nobody is showing up. I just get a nice medal and more questions about why I’m wearing sweatpants to brunch... which, by the way, are super comfortable for crying in public.
I have been training for a marathon. Not because I love running, but because I figured if I just run fast enough, someone would have to come save me from this mid-life crisis. Turns out, nobody is showing up. I just get a nice medal and more questions about why I’m wearing sweatpants to brunch... which, by the way, are super comfortable for crying in public.
yooo, so I finally tried my hand at pottery thinking I’d be the next big artist. but then my "masterpiece" crumbled like a stale cookie, right in front of my instructor. like, literally, one minute I’m crafting a bowl, the next I’m holding a pile of clay dust, and the instructor's just staring at me in disbelief—yeah, betrayal. and now I’m like, do I embrace my failure or just start a YouTube chan...