give me a tote bag so ridiculously large that when i’m looking for something and say “one second,” i climb inside it and you just hear echoes and stairs like it’s an apartment building in there.
just ask him what his favorite thing is then make it. My last man loved lasagna so I made it the Italian way with a bechamel sauce and a lil side salad. mf acted like he won the lotto. Deadass was dancing while chewing. I hope he's doing badly, I hate that I brought him joy.
at my desk silently saying “what the hell are you even talking about” every time i receive an email. even if it’s an email i understand and was expecting