greenmangostudio

Ever since I started baking I've heard so many good things about banana bread. Soft, sweet, nutty and so so heavenly. I'm not living under a rock. I know banana bread is a fan favourite. I've seen the praises. The reviews. The care and love put in them. I believed them cause why would the baking community lie. It has to be good right? Well I took time off, bought the ingredients, spent two hours making the dough, thought to myself, "hey it's mango season why not bake some mango cake or something. Well another hour later, I'm ready. I pop them in the oven and waited. I promptly decided I can't be bothered to make dinner, cause I can just eat cake. I'm an adult I can do that. I take it out.. they smell like bananas and mangoes. What did I expect. It's almost 8pm I let them cool and make myself a cup of coffee to go with the bread. I'm excited I cut the banana bread and its marvelous. Spongy, soft and perfectly baked. The mango cupcakes are just...

This happened this morning and I'm still cringing. I live in an older apartment building with those heavy self-closing doors and a lobby that echoes like a cave. I work from home and have made it my unofficial job to grab packages left in the entryway so they don't walk off - basically the "I'll hold the door" neighbor. Around 9 a.m. the buzzer went off over and over. I figured a courier was struggling, so I went down. There was a small pile of boxes and one had a big warning label: KEEP REFRIGERATED. It looked like it came from a medical supply place. My brain immediately went into helpful mode: Someone's getting meds, it's warm out, I should get this inside. I didn't check the name properly, and our building has two identical-looking entrances, so I assumed it was for one of us. So I did the dumbest thing I could think of: I picked it up, took it into the elevator, and started knocking on doors on my floor. I didn't open the box - I was just ...

Basically I was trying to use the scan function, wasn't working, ran a test print to figure out what was wrong, turns out, it doesn't have a scan function, just manual feed, so what I had actually done was put his birth certificate into the manual feed slot and printed test junk on his birth certificate, you can still see the information but now there's a lot of thin microtext overlayed on his birth certificate. Im mortified, my dad said it was fine but now he has to get a new one because of me. im going to pay the fees involved but that just doesn't make me feel any better. Its so bad I wanna cry. I did look up if it was possible to remove the printed stuff, but I stopped myself from trying to remove the ink off a document that already had the information printed in the first place, which would probably mean that id end up erasing the stuff I didnt want erased. TL;DR: printed over my dads birth certificate, ruining it, currently looking at nearest overpasses out of ...

Today I fucked up, although technically this happened last night. It was around 11 PM and I decided to take out the trash before going to bed. I was already in pajamas and didn’t bother putting on proper clothes because the dumpsters are just outside my building. I grabbed the trash bag, stepped out, and pulled the door shut behind me without thinking. The moment I heard the click I realized my keys were still inside. My phone too. I just stood there for a few seconds in flip flops and pajamas hoping somehow the door hadn’t fully locked, but of course it had. At first I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. I rang a few doorbells in the building, but apparently everyone either sleeps early or ignores late-night ringing. I even knocked on the building manager's door but got nothing. So there I was, standing outside in pajamas and slippers at almost midnight trying to figure out what to do. It was colder than I expected and I started seriously regretting not bringing my phone. A...

I’m a female sophomore in high school and I’ve been talking to this guy, also a sophomore at my school, for about a month. We text and call a lot and the conversations flow, but in person he’s totally different: super shy, awkward, and quiet around me but normal with his friends. Yesterday, my town had the annual fun fair, and he asked me to go with him so I accepted. When we met up, we shared an awkward hug (made more awkward by the fact that it was our first hug). So we got to the fair and did one ride before leaving to go get some food which he paid for. After that, we met up with a couple who we’re both friends with, and I told him we should stick with them just to make it a little less awkward, as I’ve noticed that being around his friends really makes him open up, so we stayed with them the whole night. As the fair ended and the four of us walked out, it started to pour really hard, and we had gotten separated, so it was just me and the guy I’m talking to. Since I live walking ...

Today we went into town to buy some crickets for our pet leopard gecko, Bossk. He is growing fast and has a voracious appetite. Crickets are his favorite. I secured 50 crickets from the nice dude at the bait store, which he put into the small tank I provided. My wife was driving, and we set off back home. My 11 year old son wanted to look at the crickets so I handed him the tank. Curiosity satisfied, he tried to hand the tank back to me. Before I could say "don't pick it up by the lid or it will fall off", he picked it up by the lid. And it fell off. He panicked and tried to grab the falling tank, but only succeeded in batting it up into the air. It span wildly and sprayed 50 crickets all around the car. My wife is certainly not squeamish about bugs, but when you're driving through town and it suddenly starts raining crickets inside the vehicle you're currently operating, things get wild. Fast. My son had the door partially open and seemed ready to head on out...