god it's true

<me, eating too many baked jalapeños and getting heartburn> I have become the modern Prometheus, cursed by the gods for my hubris of stealing spicy from the Olympians themselves...

Me doing laundry knowing full well I'll have to wash my clothes again in like a week anyway: "This is the best part of my week I wish I could do this instead of my job"

ayn rand: me too, except atlas, and unironically