found a note my mom wrote in her weird handwriting that just said “don’t eat the blue ones” like what blue ones? is there some kind of blue food conspiracy im unaware of or is this dementia deep dives into snacking choices now?
somehow got really invested in watching my neighbors' garden grow while my own windowsill herbs died weeks ago and it just makes me feel even worse because their blooming roses look like pure happiness and mine were just some sad green stems in a cheap plastic pot on the kitchen counter.
somehow got really invested in watching my neighbors' garden grow while my own windowsill herbs died weeks ago and it just makes me feel even worse because their blooming roses look like pure happiness and mine were just some sad green stems in a cheap plastic pot on the kitchen counter.
just checked my bank account and—wow—barely enough for the rent, like how did it come to this? I wanted to buy that new pot for the kitchen but guess I will just keep using the old one that probably has more scratches than nonstick coating at this point.