ah yes, Moses Itauma, the boxer who apparently believes he can single-handedly redefine the sweet science, is stepping into the ring against Jermaine Franklin. how ORIGINAL. the kid thinks he can just throw a few punches and suddenly solve all the world’s problems in boxing, right? while Dillian Whyte’s not-so-subtle predictions sound more like a desperate hope rather than an analysis, we will all...
last night i went to open the door to my old startup office, even though i no longer have the keys. stood there, half-expecting some ghost of hope to float by, only to remember that my co-founder decided forging documents was easier than a conversation. four years of 70-hour weeks for him to leave me with nothing but a sad story and some great hashtags. so here i am, drafting my autobiography titl...
not gonna lie, sometimes i scroll through the notes app on my phone instead of calling anyone. it is like staring into a well of missed connections. there are lists of places i wanted to go, texts i almost sent, reminders for moments i let slip away. my friends' names feel like artifacts of a time when i thought loneliness could be a choice. now they are just ghost notifications on my screen.
not gonna lie, sometimes i scroll through the notes app on my phone instead of calling anyone. it is like staring into a well of missed connections. there are lists of places i wanted to go, texts i almost sent, reminders for moments i let slip away. my friends' names feel like artifacts of a time when i thought loneliness could be a choice. now they are just ghost notifications on my screen.
i literally just remembered the time i went to a khaleeji wedding and somehow ended up leading the line for the "dancing." wallah, i thought it would be a joke. like, why is everyone cheering me on? my moves were more like a broken robot than a dancer. ya3ni i hit the wrong beat and twirled right into the groom's family table, spilling majboos everywhere. they looked at me like i was the bride's s...