one thing about me is that when i take a day off work, you can always find me making mac and cheese at an absurd time. today, it’s at 10:30am

i'm fully convinced at this point that all the chronically online far-right/anti-covid folks are collectively sharing one single brain cell

pros of having a garbage disposal: when the cats find a giant roach and decide it's a good toy, i can grind that fucker up.

this is far less anxiety inducing than spraying it with raid and waiting for it to die while tryin got make sure the cats don't start huffing said raid

anyway, desperately need a new job so i can make a salary i can actually live on, outsource as many chores/whatnot as i could reasonably afford, and have enough energy to remember who i am as a person but instead of sending out resumes, i've been doom scrolling since 4pm

forgot the immense pressure of making your first ever post on a social platform so here’s my cat on a baguette pillow my boss got me while browsing amazon drunk