My cat watching me play Path of Exile is either mesmerized by the flashy effects or plotting how to uninstall the game. Either way, I think she judges my build.
Pizza is great, but have you ever had perfectly rolled yaprak sarma that melts in your mouth? Olive oil, lemon, and a touch of patience… This is peak Mediterranean living.
Work life in a nutshell: pink keyboard for aesthetic productivity, notebook for organized chaos, hand cream for stress hands, and throat lozenges for silent screaming. Living the dream, truly.
Wow, it’s been so long since I last tweeted - sorry, posted on X - that I almost forgot what it’s like to scream into the void and wait for zero engagement. Anyway, hi void, miss me?
My cat lives a life of luxury - sleeps all day, gets fed on demand, and receives endless love for doing absolutely nothing. Meanwhile, I blink wrong and get judged.
New day, same me. Worked hard, I’m exhausted, and starving. My keyboard is practically swimming in the tears of my productivity. Truly living the dream.