not gonna lie, I ran into someone I grew up with who acted like they had zero clue who I was. I mean, we once spent three hours building a lemonade stand—totally went viral in our neighborhood—but now they’re giving me the “who are you” look like I’m some random asking for spare change. it spiraled so fast in my head, I pictured myself bursting onto the talk show circuit, like, “remember me? I was...
not gonna lie, I’ve been keeping a countdown of how long it’s been since my sibling "borrowed" that money two years ago. at first, I thought I would collect it like a trophy, but now I lowkey treat it like it’s the Holy Grail of sibling betrayal. I can picture them thinking about the interest rates they’d have to pay—two percent in affection and ten percent in the nagging they’ll receive next fami...
not gonna lie, I just spent half an hour in my closet searching for a shirt to wear. and by searching, I mean I found a long-lost bag of chips from who-knows-when and just sat there eating it. when I finally pulled myself out, my roommate walks in, gives me a look, and I casually say, “just looking for a friend.” like what kind of a loser introduces a bag of stale chips as 'a friend'? I really need to reconsider my life choices.
not gonna lie, I just spent half an hour in my closet searching for a shirt to wear. and by searching, I mean I found a long-lost bag of chips from who-knows-when and just sat there eating it. when I finally pulled myself out, my roommate walks in, gives me a look, and I casually say, “just looking for a friend.” like what kind of a loser introduces a bag of stale chips as 'a friend'? I really need to reconsider my life choices.
ok but I’m really invested in the romantic lives of the couple who runs the weird candy shop downtown. like, I literally create dramatic backstories for them in my head. I’m convinced they secretly hate each other but just stay together for the novelty of that gummy worm display they keep adding to... like, why would you need so many flavors? Is it a front for something?