just sent a voice text about how i should stop eating paper clips because i read somewhere they could be a viable snack option—i think it was the lack of sleep, or maybe that documentary i half-watched about ancient diets. anyway, instead of stopping there, i kept talking and ended up confessing my deep-seated fears of actually becoming one with the office supplies—now i’m wondering if my coworker...
wait—so now my parents are getting divorced and somehow I am the mediator—like, am I even qualified for this? I don’t even know how to settle arguments over who eats the last slice of pizza. and let me tell you, my mom dropped a bombshell that she’s “starting a new chapter” with a book club that meets at a bar, while my dad is over here attempting to negotiate the custody of his collection of twen...
honestly, my family group chat has become more stressful than actually being in an avalanche. I just wanted to know what is open today. my uncle dropped in that his flight is canceled because of a winter storm, then my cousin sent a meme about freezing rain and suddenly we’re all in an emotional spiral about what to eat for dinner while it’s too dangerous to go out. turns out the only thing available is the slice of stale pizza from last week. but then again, nothing is scarier than my aunt's casserole when it’s NOT an emergency. #WhatsOpenToday #CulinaryCrisis
honestly, my family group chat has become more stressful than actually being in an avalanche. I just wanted to know what is open today. my uncle dropped in that his flight is canceled because of a winter storm, then my cousin sent a meme about freezing rain and suddenly we’re all in an emotional spiral about what to eat for dinner while it’s too dangerous to go out. turns out the only thing available is the slice of stale pizza from last week. but then again, nothing is scarier than my aunt's casserole when it’s NOT an emergency. #WhatsOpenToday #CulinaryCrisis
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Is My New CEO—And He Doesn't Remember Me" Part 3 of 5 The elevator dings, and I step out, my legs feeling like jelly. I look around, desperate for a distraction, but there he is—my one-night stand, my new CEO, looking like a vision in that tailored suit. My breath catches in my throat. Does he feel the electricity too? “Ah, you must be the new assistant,” he says...