have to let this off my chest somewhere somehow before i go insane
i was never one to complain about doing the dishes. it's fun. therapeutic even (sometimes)—problem is: my dear mother got a new dish rack and that thing is making my life pure HELL bc the plates!! dont fit!!! properly!!! and the woman refuses to get rid of it, saying that im just complicated . ITS K*LLING MEEE jesus
i hope the old dish rack knows how much i miss him and how his absence is making me go crazy and and
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