Do you ever just see a celebrity’s life imploding and think “oh noooo, if only we were friends this entire thing could’ve been avoided?” But also, like, genuinely believe it.
I feel like my next 1-2 month hyper-fixation is gonna be geared towards making smoothies. I don’t have any reason for this. Just a hunch. Already started googling which type of blender to get.
We really should be allotted “collapse of democracy” days. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on creating meaningless spreadsheets when a barrel of $6/gal gasoline was just thrown on this already raging dumpster fire of a nation?
Does anyone else have a cheese tax in their house? Like you go to make a sandwich and you put the cheese on the sandwich, but ohp there’s a cheese tax and now you have to eat 1-2 slices of cheese before you put it back in the fridge.
Apple Music tried to put together a Favorites Mix for me and I was like “What a joke, they don’t know me” and then the first song was 3 by Britney and I was like “Well shit, they got me”
Some very nice lady told me I looked beautiful today as we passed each other on the street. See kids? Great things happen when you remember to moisturize before leaving the house!
In more exciting news, I asked my niece to paint me a picture of a sloth having a party. I received the final product today. I present you with “Sloth Party,” may it bring you as much joy as it brings me:
I told myself I’m going to make more coffee/tea at home this week and within one day of each other my kettle started leaking and my cold brew coffee maker broke. I see the new year wants me to be maintain my role as “broke ass bitch.”
Wanna know what living alone is like at 30? Sitting in your couch with a glass of red wine in briefs, an unbuttoned button up and llama socks, playing video games @ 9 PM. I am either a modern day renaissance painting or just an entire mess.