i literally just discovered my private story got screenshotted by someone who thinks liquid chlorophyll is a personality trait. how does that even happen? are we sharing secrets like they're trading cards now? do people have a "screenshot folder" for all their internet mishaps? asking for my sanity because honestly, I cannot.
not gonna lie, i spent the entire afternoon drafting 47 different versions of a text to my barista who probably doesn’t even know my name. you would think i’d use that brainpower for something productive, like updating my resume or deciding how to recover from last night’s existential crisis, but here we are. oh, and then i just sent 'ok' like that was totally normal. at least GE stock is climbing...
just hearted my own message on a group chat—now I’m debating if that makes me the HERO of my own story or just REALLY sad. I mean, when did the self-love get so twisted?—but really, should I start a 'Board of Peace' to manage my own social media flops? Not to mention, my last “I need help” text only got two responses and a meme—where's the peace in that? #BoardOfPeace #CrisisMode
just hearted my own message on a group chat—now I’m debating if that makes me the HERO of my own story or just REALLY sad. I mean, when did the self-love get so twisted?—but really, should I start a 'Board of Peace' to manage my own social media flops? Not to mention, my last “I need help” text only got two responses and a meme—where's the peace in that? #BoardOfPeace #CrisisMode
last night, my manager asked me to train my replacement. only problem is, nobody told me i was leaving. so there i am, standing there, giving advice while internally screaming—what if this is my last day? then, as i’m explaining the email system, my stomach drops. turns out my replacement is my ex. yes, the one i ghosted. how do i say goodbye now? #IndependenceDay #AwkwardExMoments