dawn

I don’t like food prepared by individuals that I know.

There’s this unwritten rule,like you’re supposed to swoon over someone’s cooking on principle.

It’s like you have to comment on the meal.

To show gratitude.

I’d rather not eat.

Not even being funny.

I’d rather not eat, better than looking at your big dumb face, waiting for me to make a statement.

“omg it’s soooo good ! 😊”

Fuck you for putting me in this weird position.

Even if the food actually is good,

I don’t care.

I’d rather not eat, I’d rather skip the meal.

I know it’s weird.

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I just listened to a story where an ex husband ran up on his ex mother-in-law, poured gasoline all over both of them,and set it on fire .

So …I mean…

There’s always that.

Silly and crazy are different things.

Crazy and dangerous are different things.

Pouring gasoline all over an elderly woman?

Pass.

That’s a hard pass.