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Please someone tell me to stop browsing 4chan so I can go cook. Be firm about it.
My kid sneezed into my open mouth.
That’s it. That’s the rant. Parenthood is a horror film.
I opened the fridge 12 times hoping new food would appear.
It didn’t. I’m not broke, I’m just delusional with a splash of depression. And a dash of laziness.
Dating apps are modern h###.
He said “I’m 6’0” but that’s emotionally.” He had a fish pic and said “not looking for anything serious.” Bro, you’re holding a trout. Of course you’re not.
My group chat is dry but if I die, they better post crying selfies.
I want drama. I want “you were the light of my life” posts. Even though y’all left me on read for 3 days.
I'm the only one who changes the toilet paper.
Like it magically appears? You used it. Replace it. This isn’t a Charmin fairy tale.
I waved at someone who wasn’t waving at me.
And I didn’t recover. I stood there. With my stupid hand in the air. Like an NPC glitching in public. Kill me.
My neighbor's dog barks all day but the one time I yell “SHUT UP” out the window, I’m the a######. Cool. Got it.
The cabinet? Slam. The toilet seat? Slam. The remote? Slam. What war are you fighting? Calm DOWN.
I cooked dinner and nobody ate it.
They said they “weren’t hungry” and then an hour later I hear the f###### crinkling of chip bags and cereal boxes. Starve, honestly.