I’m already listening to a single Hozier song on repeat. This year’s seasonal depression is about to be S tier.

None of these words are in the bible, but they’re about to be filed in a restraining order against you

Fuck
Marry
Kill
Sue
Lobotomize

Yesterday I was reviewing some Pivot tables with my manager on a screenshare, and we were highlighting together the scary numbers that looked concerning, and I realized I work in macrodata refinement IRL. Help.

On Valentine’s Day, I leave the oven and fridge open so their temperatures can finally be together

I hate depression era meals. what do you mean you boiled cookies

It’s my birthday, I can defy norms how I want to