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@MLB really said “let’s grow the game” and then hid the Yankees across 47 different apps like it’s a treasure hunt.
I don’t even feel like a fan anymore, I feel like IT support.
“Have you tried logging out and back in?”
YESSSSSSS I’ve tried throwing my TV out the window too.
I know it’s preseason for the Giants, but it’s refreshing to see our new QBs connecting with both offense and defense are clicking together. About damn time.
I always give my week or day a title, like “A series of unfortunate spiraling events” or like “Yup, let’s not, but here we are” list goes on but I’ll stop while I’m ahead.
This weeks title is “Don’t rock the boat.”, so naturally, I became the torpedo, sank the boat, and made friends with the sharks. My fear is dying in water too so there’s so the fact that is a thought is nuts. But it’s ok.
Way, I’m decompressing right now is looking up walk-in pantries. There’s something about a walk-in filled snacks, pastas, etc all organized. That really just fixes the soul for me.
Went to a PRE K grad and they are asked what they want to be when they grow up, well one kid said,“When I grow up, I want to be… A CHICKEN!” - confident, clear, and totally unbothered by society’s expectations. Honestly, same. No emails, no rent, just vibes, clucks, and snacks.