Kitchen overstimulation is so real. Was in the kitchen all of four times yesterday. And on each and every occasion, so was my mom. And she made it her personal mission to make as much noise as possible, get in my way, and micromanage MY OWN cooking. She literally heard me go in there at 9pm to meal prep. She was in the living room. I turn my back for two seconds and she was IN MY CONTAINER and FUCKING WITH MY SHIT. FUCK OFF
Monday, 1 December 2025
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