I am the Cookie Monster of breakfast pastries.
What if we stopped trying to measure how we're doing?
Steamin' and schemin'
When constant agreeability helps no one at all.
The shapes we're in(to)
What do we reach for when so much is unattainable?
You dim sum, you lose some.
Ranking sanity level by self care sought
This deep dish tastes shallow.
Some guardrails on my buying habits with chic results.
Hot knees, cool breeze
Could AI do this (tell a weird story from college to eventually make a point)
