Mostly, I meticulously plan out the best use of my remaining “productivity hours” to ensure I get the best most maximized use out of the time- to later lament all the wasted planning when one tiny thing derails my schedule that I never once articulate to anyone around me

I saw another Tesla with a DOGE sticker on it, and a ford with literal Trump cutouts in the window like he was a passenger. Wild stuff

I am new to this, but I will NEVER be true to it. Shame on me for my hubris. For denying the reapplication of sunscreen.

This that new type of sun. This sunshine got hands

Is this my penance for laughing at my husband every time he returns from yard work looking like a boiled lobster?

Is this cosmic karma for putting my hand atop the forearm pile of white girls comparing summer tans as we returned to confidently proclaim “I won”?

I feel betrayed. By the sun and by my skin. I’m mixed but this is truly Trumps America because my melanin being suppressed or something/s. whatthehelly