at it's like to pick up toys, drawings and YES, even removing pencil stains from walls
Careful you don't break a nail, dear.
Picking up a fresh bread baked on the same day is nice. You should try it some time.
Literally lost 80lbs cutting bread, pusta, sugar, and all that shit out of my diet.
I like it when my meals have some love in it and not made like on a production line. Ponder about it.
You act like I'm making an entire course and nuking it instead of portioning out ingredients and prepping them for the last mile.
I think it speaks volumes about your parents when their go-to reaction to helping you is pointing you to the nearest internet device. I pity you.
And I pity the person whose day is so fucking nice they complain about how hard it is to pick up plastic toys. Let me know when you start having to wake up at 5:30am, drive for half an hour, and get RSI from grinding concrete off a prefab bed, working so late in the day that you don't even see the fucking sun. But hey, at least it's not washing a fucking wall with Windex.
You're not giving yourself an favours acting like an ass.
Literally lost 80lbs cutting bread, pusta, sugar, and all that shit out of my diet.
As well as ability to relate to other people different than you.
You act like I'm making an entire course and nuking it instead of portioning out ingredients and prepping them for the last mile.
You act hostile for no good reason.
And I pity the person whose day is so fucking nice they complain about how hard it is to pick up plastic toys. Let me know when you start having to wake up at 5:30am, drive for half an hour, and get RSI from grinding concrete off a prefab bed, working so late in the day that you don't even see the fucking sun. But hey, at least it's not washing a fucking wall with Windex.
Careful you don't break a nail, dear.
Literally lost 80lbs cutting bread, pusta, sugar, and all that shit out of my diet.
You act like I'm making an entire course and nuking it instead of portioning out ingredients and prepping them for the last mile.
And I pity the person whose day is so fucking nice they complain about how hard it is to pick up plastic toys. Let me know when you start having to wake up at 5:30am, drive for half an hour, and get RSI from grinding concrete off a prefab bed, working so late in the day that you don't even see the fucking sun. But hey, at least it's not washing a fucking wall with Windex.
You're not giving yourself an favours acting like an ass.
As well as ability to relate to other people different than you.
You act hostile for no good reason.
And look what it did to you.