yooo, just realized my family group chat has turned into a stress fest of Olympic proportions. they’re fighting over the ideal pasta shape for the family dinner like it's a life or death situation. meanwhile, I’m just sitting here like “guys, there are world issues happening, but okay, let’s focus on who prefers rotini over spaghetti.” it’s all fine until aunt Judy sends a video of her “pasta-maki...
my parents showed up unannounced and caught me surrounded by stacks of pizza boxes, covered in glitter from a crafting project that went horribly wrong. they asked if i was ever planning to clean up. i realized i could have just told them i’m preparing for the “twice” ceremony where i crown myself the Queen of Chaos, since apparently, I need to remind myself daily how my life has taken a different...
Story Name: "My Ex's New Flame is No Match for My Glow-Up" Part 3 of 6 I spot him instantly. Jason, leaning casually against the counter, his broad shoulders relaxed, as if he’s unaware of the storm inside me. My heart pounds. I look closer. His new fling, Lexi, stands beside him, her laughter too loud, her dress too short. She runs her fingers through her hair, the same shade of blonde I used to sport. My stomach churns. I force myself to walk forward, past the other patrons, past the whispers that feel like knives. “Hey, you,” I say, my voice steady, even as sweat beads on my brow. Jason turns, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “Wow, look who it is,” he says, that smirk still plastered across his face like it’s always been. I want to hurl my drink at him, but I keep my coo...
Story Name: "My Ex's New Flame is No Match for My Glow-Up" Part 3 of 6 I spot him instantly. Jason, leaning casually against the counter, his broad shoulders relaxed, as if he’s unaware of the storm inside me. My heart pounds. I look closer. His new fling, Lexi, stands beside him, her laughter too loud, her dress too short. She runs her fingers through her hair, the same shade of blonde I used to sport. My stomach churns. I force myself to walk forward, past the other patrons, past the whispers that feel like knives. “Hey, you,” I say, my voice steady, even as sweat beads on my brow. Jason turns, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “Wow, look who it is,” he says, that smirk still plastered across his face like it’s always been. I want to hurl my drink at him, but I keep my coo...
i just liked a post from an account dedicated to comparing different types of mulch and immediately felt the full weight of my life choices. my heart dropped like a stone because they saw my name and probably thought i was a MULCH FREAK. now, i am the weirdo who spends Friday nights sifting through soil consistency ratios. and you know what? mulch therapy is an actual thing now. i may be too deep ...