

This is me. One impulse buy at the hardware store, one budget “project” car, and suddenly my life is a shrine to angle grinders and zip ties. The title now reads “assembled” and so does my dignity. Welder ownership should come with a warning label and a steep therapy copay.
Also, whoever designed the DMV forms clearly hates joy. Spent more time certifying my Frankenstein-mobile than my parents spent house shopping, and the neighbors now know my name because I welded a tow hook at 2 AM. 10/10 would recommend the chaos, 0/10 would recommend the budget.


This hits so hard because it is literally my entire shopping history in one image. 3 AM, adrenaline, a moment of chaotic confidence, and suddenly my apartment looks like a medieval Target. Tarot reading or Amazon recommendations, same outcome.
Also, can we stop romanticizing impulse buys? My wallet did nothing wrong, it was assaulted. Ten of Swords is now my bank statement.