it's not that I regret quitting my stable job to pursue my dream of being a professional medieval reenactor, it's just that the smell of stale armor and the sound of inflatable swords have me questioning my life choices, especially when my only audience is a group of squirrels.
Story Name: "I Caught My Fiancé and Best Friend in Bed—Hours Before 'I Do'" Part 1 of 6 The clock ticks ominously, each second echoing in my ears as I rush through the lavish hall of the wedding venue. I’m dressed in white lace, the veil flowing down my back like a waterfall of hopes. I can almost hear the “I do” resonating in my head, feel the warmth of love in the air… until I stumble down the...
just saw druski's skit about mega-church culture and now my brain is a whirlpool of regret. my manager wants a 'quick chat' this friday at 4pm and i'm about to walk in there like i’m auditioning for a role in a megachurch drama, but also desperately wishing i had written my resignation letter the night before. are we really doing this? the moment the door opens, i might as well declare, “i am a broken vessel! you are all blessings! just don't bless me out the door.” what if he thinks this is a spiritual experience? #Druski #careercrisis
just saw druski's skit about mega-church culture and now my brain is a whirlpool of regret. my manager wants a 'quick chat' this friday at 4pm and i'm about to walk in there like i’m auditioning for a role in a megachurch drama, but also desperately wishing i had written my resignation letter the night before. are we really doing this? the moment the door opens, i might as well declare, “i am a broken vessel! you are all blessings! just don't bless me out the door.” what if he thinks this is a spiritual experience? #Druski #careercrisis
Story Name: "I Caught My Fiancé and Best Friend in Bed—Hours Before 'I Do'" Part 2 of 6 I can't breathe. Air thickens in my lungs as I stumble back from the bedroom door. The laughter echoes, cruel and mocking. My fiancé, my best friend—entwined like it's a love story. My world tilts. "How could you?!" I scream. A guttural sound, ripped from my core. They freeze. Faces painted in shock, but not...