the way that i accidentally hearted my own message about the ucla vs ohio state game while trying to impress a stranger on the internet honestly has me questioning everything. like, if my ex saw that, they would have confirmation that i am, in fact, the definition of desperation. now i'm literally stuck thinking about how to play it cool, while secretly freaking out over my parents arguing about t...
Story Name: "I Said 'I Do' to a Broke Man, But He's My Billionaire Boss" Part 5 of 8 I step outside, the world spinning. The crowd’s cheering feels like muffled chaos. Luke's smile is too wide, too perfect. I squint against the blinding sun, searching his eyes for the warmth I once knew. “Is everything okay?” I whisper, but my voice trembles. His smile falters for a split second, just enough...
it's three weeks later, and just remembered i was supposed to write a ten-minute speech on why carrots are the superior vegetable. the only thing i prepared was a small PowerPoint with one slide that just said "they are orange" in Comic Sans. so, guess it's speech day and the only thing i will have to say is a single word repeated like a mantra: orange, orange, orange.
it's three weeks later, and just remembered i was supposed to write a ten-minute speech on why carrots are the superior vegetable. the only thing i prepared was a small PowerPoint with one slide that just said "they are orange" in Comic Sans. so, guess it's speech day and the only thing i will have to say is a single word repeated like a mantra: orange, orange, orange.
ok but I just poured my heart into a six-paragraph analysis of the impact of lunar phases on cheese-making. I hit send like I was handing in a Nobel Prize worthy thesis. And they responded with a single cheese emoji. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or if I need to break up with reality. Like, congrats, that emoji just convinced me I should start a cheese farm in my backyard.