adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive
A fun fact abt me is that I’ve spent the last 40 minutes cleaning my house to distract myself from thinking about texting anyone back before tomorrow
Like my bathroom shelves? Cleaned and reorganized. Kitchen and bathroom sink? Dishes?
I started to put the folded laundry I have still in ikea bags from yesterday away and then stopped myself
I did so many product housekeeping activities to avoid looking at my phone? Truly so many things got done that I have been putting off and avoiding and truly trying not to psychoanalyze someone else turned out to be very motivating on a chore-level
Laundry: put away
Dishwasher: emptied
I SORTED FUCKING PAPERWORK INTO PRETTY PAPER BOXES it was that serious
Resoled Birkenstocks: picked up
Plastic bin to put my air conditioner into for the winter: bought
Said air conditioner: wrapped in trash bags and placed into said bin and put onto back porch so I have half my living room space back
Clear duct tape for attaching return label that needs to be dropped at ups tomorrow: also bought
Slight vacuuming of living room post-AC removal: slightly vacuumed
the thing about being an adult is every time you turn around some shit gotta be “renewed”. tags. licenses. passports. like i’m the same bitch doing the same shit
