The tangled cord
You put it away neatly. It comes out as a bird's nest. Every. Single. Time.
A blog. Allegedly.
Small, everyday annoyances that drive me up the wall, even though, honestly, they really don't matter.
The first grievances are being carefully overthought. Here's a taste of the genre.
You put it away neatly. It comes out as a bird's nest. Every. Single. Time.
Nobody needed to know you're "in" for the potluck. Nobody.
Of toilet paper. Left on the roll. Technically not empty. Morally empty.
Must contain a capital, a number, a symbol, a haiku, and the blood of your enemies.
Three abreast. On a narrow sidewalk. Discovering the concept of time.
Thirty seconds of my life I will never get back, about a product I already own.
No actual problems were harmed in the making of this blog.