Monday morning, where the sun rises over the dumpster fire that is my apartment.
I wake up, and the only thing on my mind is: "Why do I even exist?"
Today's rant: The inescapable feeling that I'm stuck in some sort of existential purgatory.
Why do I have to do laundry when I'm clearly a functioning member of society?!
Why do socks go missing in the wash? It's a conspiracy, I tell ya!
The Silence of the Laundry Room - A deep dive into the abyss of missing socks.
Why Can't I Have Coffee? - The struggle is real.
More Rants - Because, apparently, there's always more.