me, late 20s, discovering i love to cook, and have neck pain: holy shit i’m going to turn into a person who does yoga
me, buying paper napkins and eyebanging a herb garden: i’m having an identity crisis
me: *reaches automatically for coaster, catches sight of my reflection in my newly purchased wine glasses that were on sale*: i don’t know who you are anymore
“i’m not a fan of embellishments on throw pillows, they tend to snag” I say, and gasp in horror at what I’ve become
“Did you know they make odorized garbage bags now?” I say without flinching, the sclerae of my eyes as black and ashen as my soul
THIS IS MY FAVORITE GAME TO PLAY WITH MY FRIENDS!!!!
It’s called “We’re getting old” and the way you play it is you have to be the first person to realize when you’ve said something old. Notable examples include:
- A container store?! Can we go?!
- If I could change one thing about the world, I’d make every printer color.
- God, I hope fax machines become obsolete.
- My chickens are doing okay. Would you like some eggs?
- I’m just REALLY excited about this calendar!
- LOOK AT MY PLANNER!!!
Feel free to add to this list if you play, too!!
One of my best pals brought me shopping with her to pick out new planners.
QUIT DRAGGING ME LMAO
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