not gonna lie, i walked into a chocolate shop the other day to buy a small treat, and the cashier was a guy i swore was my college crush. i didn’t say anything, obviously. so as he rings up my single piece of dark chocolate, he casually mentions he just got engaged. six months after saying he wasn’t ready for a relationship. i panicked and accidentally told him that my cat had strong opinions on c...
ok but I literally just found out my side hustle of selling handcrafted medieval weapon replicas is paying for my main job’s expenses. like, who knew that half my closet of foam swords and PVC pipe axes would turn me into a medieval mogul? I’m seriously reconsidering my life choices, because at this rate, my full-time gig will be funding my Renaissance fair costume upgrades.
Story Name: "I Was Switched at Birth: The Truth That Changed Everything" Part 6 of 7 “Mom!” I shout. My voice trembles, a mix of fear and anger. She spins around, her face a mask of surprise. “What is it, Mia?” Her eyes widen, but there's something off. I can see the flicker of panic behind them. “I know the truth! I’m not your daughter! This...” I hold out the birth certificate like a weapon. “This says I’m Mia Delacroix!” Her expression shifts, tightening. The knife clatters as it hits the cutting board. “You shouldn’t have found that. It was never meant for you to see.” “Never meant for me to see?” I’m trembling now. “What do you mean? Who am I really?” She steps closer, her voice dropping. “You don’t understand. It’s for your safety!” “Safety?” I scoff. “Or is it your secret?” ...
Story Name: "I Was Switched at Birth: The Truth That Changed Everything" Part 6 of 7 “Mom!” I shout. My voice trembles, a mix of fear and anger. She spins around, her face a mask of surprise. “What is it, Mia?” Her eyes widen, but there's something off. I can see the flicker of panic behind them. “I know the truth! I’m not your daughter! This...” I hold out the birth certificate like a weapon. “This says I’m Mia Delacroix!” Her expression shifts, tightening. The knife clatters as it hits the cutting board. “You shouldn’t have found that. It was never meant for you to see.” “Never meant for me to see?” I’m trembling now. “What do you mean? Who am I really?” She steps closer, her voice dropping. “You don’t understand. It’s for your safety!” “Safety?” I scoff. “Or is it your secret?” ...
ok but I just found out I have to work the weekend again. my friend is looking for a new coach like it’s any better than me managing my feelings alone. honestly, my boss is Art Rooney II in disguise. stress is gonna win the Super Bowl again. #ArtRooneyIi #neverendingweekends