Baking cookies. It’s what I do.
Every time I set out to bake cookies for an occasion, I know that my determination will guide me through the storm of cookie dough and out the other side, victorious bearer of many dozens. I also know going in that whoever my baking companions are, they will all need sleep before I’m finished, and I will make the final dozens alone in the wee hours of the morning. I accept this. These dozens are always the best.
But it’s painfully lonely, even so.
Would you like some cookies?
we Americans act really cocky and assholey about freedom to hide the fact that our government is crumbling and nobody is actually free so please give us this one day to be annoying about it
Kinda feel bad for poor Americans now. A bit like the asshole kid who you realise is only acting like that cuz their parents are cruel and neglectful.
That’s painfully accurate.
do you ever have a successful social interaction where you’re saying all of ur things right and making small jokes and all you can think about in your head while your talkin is “yeeeeaaaaah i’m havin a successful social interaction right now!!!!!!!”