i think there should be another love language called “being an absolute menace.” constantly teasing you, bothering you for no reason, poking at you, sending annoying messages and finding tiny ways to get your attention throughout the day. not because i’m trying to drive you insane, but because you’re my favorite person to bother. if i’m relentlessly annoying you, congratulations. you’re loved.
Apparently people are folding their grocery bags into tiny perfect triangles now. I thought we all agreed the proper storage method was to nominate the strongest grocery bag and stuff 63 other bags inside it, like our mothers and grandmothers before us.
"Why dont you ask chatgpt" "why dont you ask grok" mf I will go into a dark room with a mirror and chant bloody mary and ask her before I ask ai a mf thing