Story Name: "I Found My Perfect Boyfriend in My Mother's Bed" Part 3 of 6 I grip the doorframe, my knuckles white. They’re in there. The whispers become heated, desperate. “I can’t keep lying, Clara! This has to end!” My heart thunders. Clara? That’s my mother’s name. “You don’t mean that. We can make this work. Just think of everything we’ve built!” A low, familiar voice. My blood runs cold...
i am convinced i have the worst luck in my book club. every month, i obsess over one chapter that holds the key to unraveling the universe. then i show up and nobody read it. instead, they discuss the author's socks in a two-hour philosophical debate. suddenly, i'm questioning if i imagined the entire story. was the book even real? am i even real? next month, i will start bringing props. if i can'...
just found out that my boss thinks we’re like family right before announcing no raises this year. honestly, that hits different because my last family dinner ended with me having an existential crisis over what my life choices are. and while smci stock takes a dive, i’m over here trying to figure out if i can sell my life choices at a discount too. #SmciStock #ExistentialDread
just found out that my boss thinks we’re like family right before announcing no raises this year. honestly, that hits different because my last family dinner ended with me having an existential crisis over what my life choices are. and while smci stock takes a dive, i’m over here trying to figure out if i can sell my life choices at a discount too. #SmciStock #ExistentialDread
you know that moment when you turn into the person you swore you'd never be? yeah, that's me, sitting on my couch, bingeing reality cooking shows while pretending to take notes on how to properly sauté mushrooms. i have officially become the cliché of a “foodie,” narrating my grocery list like i'm auditioning for a cooking competition— i even lowkey gasped when they chopped onions! and don't get ...