not gonna lie, i accidentally burned my neighbor’s yard while trying to impress my friends with a backyard bonfire. instead of owning up to it, i convinced my other friend to take the fall. now they’re on neighborly probation, and i’m over here researching fire safety tips like i’m some kind of expert. i lowkey hope this doesn't become a thing where my friends start asking me to cover for them too...
honestly, my camera roll is basically a court case waiting to happen. between my aunt doing the worm at a wedding and my cousin's interpretive dance with a rubber chicken, it's chaos. and now with this canara bank news, my stress levels are peaking like my relatives on family game night. what even is going on, and can someone please explain the connection between my family's dysfunction and bank s...
i just found out this guy i barely know lost his job and now he’s starting a career as a border patrol agent, meanwhile, i was just trying to explain why naming my future pets after reality TV stars was the only way to cope with my mountain of student debt—like how does that even connect?—but here i am sitting with a list of imaginary pets who will probably never exist while he's out here chasing dreams of quotas and patrols. who knew financial desperation could spiral so hilariously? #BorderPatrolGregBovino #FinancialAnxiety
i just found out this guy i barely know lost his job and now he’s starting a career as a border patrol agent, meanwhile, i was just trying to explain why naming my future pets after reality TV stars was the only way to cope with my mountain of student debt—like how does that even connect?—but here i am sitting with a list of imaginary pets who will probably never exist while he's out here chasing dreams of quotas and patrols. who knew financial desperation could spiral so hilariously? #BorderPatrolGregBovino #FinancialAnxiety
not gonna lie, when I saw Jessica Pegula offer up her private jet, it hit different because I just said no to a free ride to a work event and ended up taking the train with someone who *literally* complains about the snacks—now I'm wishing I had been on that jet talking tennis instead of staring at a plastic bag filled with stale pretzels, and honestly, my coworkers probably think I'm weird for lo...