so i thought i was sending a message to my friend about how annoying the coffee shop was but ended up blasting my mom instead, and she sent back this long reply about how i should be nicer to people. like wow, thanks mom, i thought we were past that phase.
i spent a whole hour trying to find a tool i swear i owned only to realize it was never mine in the first place, just borrowed from my neighbor two years ago and now they probably think i am a hoarder or something, guess i could get used to the title of professional loser at this rate. not even sure how to start finding myself when all i seem to find are other people's stuff lying around.
so i guess it is ironic that the va denies my ptsd claim for lack of combat documentation — you know, from the time when surviving felt more important than filling out forms, but sure, let me just pull that paperwork from the vault of my traumatic memories while we are at it.
so i guess it is ironic that the va denies my ptsd claim for lack of combat documentation — you know, from the time when surviving felt more important than filling out forms, but sure, let me just pull that paperwork from the vault of my traumatic memories while we are at it.
found out the hard way that my subscription to gourmet cheese clubs was WAY more fulfilling than anything happening in my social life. so now it’s me, a fridge full of fancy cheese, and a team of judgmental adults wondering why my kid’s in trouble when they should really be wondering why I’m fully prepared for an apocalypse of artisanal cheddar.