I wish we had different sized titties readily available to wear depending on the occasion. There’s nothing casual about having gargantuan, voluptuous, breasts. I need errand-running titties, work titties, family function titties, etc.
These simply cannot be my everyday breasts.
Spirit Airlines gone. Gas prices disrespectful. Groceries cost a whole paycheck or get recalled. The weather is acting like it has a personal vendetta. Miami Beach looking like a seaweed farm. Electricity bills creeping up 10-20%. Kids are feral. & every day it feels like our president is finding new ways to make life harder.
“When I was your age, I survived a pandemic and didn’t leave my house for two years. You will be okay if you stay in tonight.”
Finally, we have a line to use for future kids 😭😭😭
i’m so exhausted. i feel like i’m repeating the same day over and over, the same routine, same feelings, same meaningless drama. i’m so sick of it, i just want to feel alive and be happy but i’m constantly drained and everything feels so pointless. i just feel dead.
part of living in the dc area is accepting that at some point you’re probably going to see the biggest and scariest military aircraft fly like 15 ft above you and you just have to go about your day like normal