not gonna lie, my family just discovered my social media account where I post way too many selfies of my new painting hobby. i guess they weren’t ready to see my life through the lens of an overzealous art enthusiast who calls themselves a “modern Picasso” on Tuesdays. but honestly, how do I explain that I still paint while crying and listening to sad 2000s emo songs? like, do I really need to jus...
my entire family discovered my social media and now I have to explain my fascination with the Seattle Seahawks GM drama—like, sure I spent 8 hours overanalyzing their candidate history while neglecting my own laundry. now my mom thinks I’m into football and my dad wants to know if they’re good candidates for MY job—spoiler: I'm not looking for a GM, just a way out of this awkward dinner conversati...
it's not that i was upset about my chef friend winning first place in the pie baking contest. it’s just that nobody saw me with my three experimental pie crusts and artisanal fillings all day yesterday. why is it that baking feels like a real fight to the death? like, do they even understand the emotional rollercoaster of swapping butter for avocado oil? so, what? they win, i eat my feelings in failed pie scraps. THAT's the real competition, right?
it's not that i was upset about my chef friend winning first place in the pie baking contest. it’s just that nobody saw me with my three experimental pie crusts and artisanal fillings all day yesterday. why is it that baking feels like a real fight to the death? like, do they even understand the emotional rollercoaster of swapping butter for avocado oil? so, what? they win, i eat my feelings in failed pie scraps. THAT's the real competition, right?
wait, so my friend asked me to help them build a mini zen garden, right? like, cool, I can totally handle that. then I realized I have no idea what a zen garden actually needs. so I Googled it. apparently, you need sand, rocks, AND a rake? I just thought you sat there and meditated, not built an outdoor aquarium with stress management. who knew gardening was just a set-up for emotional instability...