a friend asked me to drive her to the airport at 4:00 a.m.
and, well… that’s what friends do, right?
I woke up at 3:20, barely functioning, drove across town, and dropped her off.
on my way home, I stopped for coffee.
I opened Instagram…
and the first story I saw was a photo from her plane seat that said,
“nothing’s better than having people who’ll do everything for you.”
Having a good day as an adult is literally:
•your package arrived
•Laundry is done
•Sink is empty
•Kids didn’t break anything
•Food is in the refrigerator
•Got paid
•the scale went down
don’t even bother doing Casa Amor or bringing in bombshells next season because people who explore and recouple clearly get punished unless it’s a forced production made recoupling.