i’m attempting (again) to finish the NaNoWriMo rough draft i started a decade ago… someone please tell me why i have so weirdly similar parallels to what i wrote about then in my real life now?
(is that how ✨manifesting✨ works…?)
(the fiction-come-to-life things are so strange, in fact, that i actually had to rename one of my main characters because of the bad association i now have with that name.)
might fuck around and stay up way later than someone in their thirties who has to get up and make an 8:30 meeting (in person, an hour away) should …because NaNoWriMo 2022 starts at midnight 👻✨
just spent fifteen minutes helping my coworker [who is very close to retirement age] clean up melted Scentsy wax that he spilled everywhere. truly, everyone needs a Bob in their life, if only for comic relief.
i really do not understand why grown adults can’t rinse out a sink after rinsing their dishes. especially in a space that’s used for DISPLAY PURPOSES. we’re not trying to sell your oatmeal or salad chunks, y’all. please help us out here.
i understand there are bigger things going on in the world right now and i am aware of them. really in a bigger picture sense, i’m tired of adults who should know better not thinking about how their actions (no matter how seemingly harmless) affect anybody else around them.