Thought of the day
"If a pigeon judges your outfit before 9am, the day can only go up from there."
What's been rattling around in my head lately
It started as a normal Tuesday. Then Gerald showed up on my windowsill with opinions about my outfit. I didn't ask for a fashion critique from a bird, but here we are. He cocked his head like he was disappointed in me personally.
Attempt number fourteen. The starter is alive, my kitchen is a crime scene, and I still can't explain the smell. At this point it's not a hobby, it's a grudge match between me and some yeast.
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