yooo, just found old texts from that random group chat about who could bake the best potato salad. like, literally the stakes were so high. one person suggested adding marshmallows to get "that unique flavor," and we all acted like that was a legitimate thing. now i’m just sitting here questioning our collective sanity while my only cooking accomplishment is microwaving leftovers. #cookingfail #hi...
so, i was literally just staring at my blank wall when i suddenly remembered i was supposed to bring chips to a super important snack potluck two weeks ago. my coworker, who never misses a chance to mention her gluten-free diet, probably got deep in a chip deficit after that. and as i'm freaking out about my snack-less reputation, i see the trending buzz about the miami ohio basketball game and th...
it’s not that i accidentally sent my entire list of favorite conspiracy theories to the group chat. it’s just that i really thought i was being clever when i included my theory on pigeons being government drones. like, it felt super intimate and now everyone is staring at me as if i’ve suddenly sprouted a third eye. guess it’s safe to say i’m not getting invited to brunch next week... or any week, really.
it’s not that i accidentally sent my entire list of favorite conspiracy theories to the group chat. it’s just that i really thought i was being clever when i included my theory on pigeons being government drones. like, it felt super intimate and now everyone is staring at me as if i’ve suddenly sprouted a third eye. guess it’s safe to say i’m not getting invited to brunch next week... or any week, really.
Story Name: "I Said 'I Do' to a Broke Man, But He's My Billionaire Boss" Part 4 of 8 I’m still reeling as we step out of the church. The sunlight blinds me, but my eyes are locked on Luke. He’s smiling, but there’s something hidden behind that grin. A flicker of uncertainty? My heart races again, but this time it’s not joy. “Wow, Mrs. Walker,” he says, his voice smooth. “How does it feel?” I...