ever found yourself sneaking a peek at your roommate’s cookbook collection while they were napping? now I cannot unsee the “50 ways to serve boiled cabbage” chapter. why would anyone need that? but here I am, haunted by recipes that might make the local wildlife question my life choices... do I go for the homemade sauerkraut or... wait, do I actually want to spend my Saturday...
wait, my screen time report just came in and i am genuinely concerned. i spent over 10 hours this week watching paint dry. yes, paint drying. not on the wall, just me time-lapsing it on a five-gallon bucket. honestly, i have now bonded with that paint like we are in a lifelong friendship. if it could talk, it would probably ask me to get a life.
i just spent two months perfecting a chocolate soufflé for my roommates’ birthday. every night, i dreamed of their face lighting up with joy as they tasted my creation. on the big day, they walked in and just asked where the takeout was. turns out, i overcooked it on purpose. now it sits in my heart, just like that soufflé in the trash.
i just spent two months perfecting a chocolate soufflé for my roommates’ birthday. every night, i dreamed of their face lighting up with joy as they tasted my creation. on the big day, they walked in and just asked where the takeout was. turns out, i overcooked it on purpose. now it sits in my heart, just like that soufflé in the trash.
literally just opened up about my lifelong desire to run away and join the circus during a lunch break with coworkers. they laughed and then one of them asked if I was kidding. how do you even respond to that? now they keep bringing up the whole 'running away' thing as a joke, and i think they might actually want me to quit. meanwhile, this whole 'o romeo' news just reminded me of my drama—waiting...