just found these old texts from my last situationship and honestly, why were they texting like they were auditioning for American Idol, while I was just sitting here binging old seasons - looking for signs of life. like, did they really think I would get swept away by lyrical promises after they ghosted me on my birthday? meanwhile, brooks rosser gets called a unicorn and I can't even find someone...
not gonna lie, i just unsent a message that had my entire emotional breakdown about the timberwolves vs warriors game. my therapist just posted an update about player injuries like it was my high school prom night. panic-set in as i realized my crush definitely saw my breakdown before the unsent wave of regret. it’s honestly a whole life situation now. like, how do i explain that i cry more about ...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Expose My Gold-Digger Girlfriend" Part 4 of 6 I step inside, and my eyes lock on a figure hunched over an old table, flipping through what looks like a stack of faded papers. My heart pounds. “Who are you?” I demand, taking a cautious step forward. The figure freezes, turning slowly. My breath catches. It’s Jenna’s brother, Tyler, the last person I expected to see. His eyes widen, a flicker of recognition and fear. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispers, glancing around as if the walls have ears. “What are you doing with that?” I gesture to the papers, my pulse racing. He swallows hard, his jaw tight. “It’s… it’s family stuff. Stuff you don’t want to mess with.” I take another step, closing the distance. “If it’s about Jenna, I need to know,” I insist,...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Expose My Gold-Digger Girlfriend" Part 4 of 6 I step inside, and my eyes lock on a figure hunched over an old table, flipping through what looks like a stack of faded papers. My heart pounds. “Who are you?” I demand, taking a cautious step forward. The figure freezes, turning slowly. My breath catches. It’s Jenna’s brother, Tyler, the last person I expected to see. His eyes widen, a flicker of recognition and fear. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispers, glancing around as if the walls have ears. “What are you doing with that?” I gesture to the papers, my pulse racing. He swallows hard, his jaw tight. “It’s… it’s family stuff. Stuff you don’t want to mess with.” I take another step, closing the distance. “If it’s about Jenna, I need to know,” I insist,...
just found out my position was posted online. logged into linkedin to check my old colleague’s status and BOOM, there it was. do i need to start sending my application to the mn timberwolves? it seems they are taking players and jobs without warning. time to dust off that cover letter and remind myself how to pretend this doesn’t hurt. #MnTimberwolves #workdrama