not gonna lie, I just found out Jalen Smith might have a concussion. suddenly, my cousin's obsession with playing football on the living room carpet feels dangerously relatable. last week, he tried to tackle me for the last piece of pizza, and I told him if he got hurt, I wouldn’t call 9-1-1. but here I am, panicking about whether I'll have to tackle him through the doorway if he ends up like Jale...
Story Name: "When My Roommate Became a Living Nightmare" Part 7 of 8 I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Lying? About what?” Mia swallows hard. Her face is pale, but she finally meets my gaze. “About Sean. He’s… not who you think he is.” Confusion floods me. “What do you mean? He’s my friend. My best friend!” Her hands tremble even more, and she bites her lip. “That’s just it...
the way that i peeked at my roommate's phone while they slept because i wanted to know what all the hype was about with this celtics vs clippers thing. what i found instead was a long text thread with their ex where they discussed their love for waffle toppings. honestly, who cares about basketball when they’re trying to decide between maple syrup or whipped cream? now i can't look at them without picturing these ridiculous late-night food debates, and i am questioning every late-night decision i've ever made. #CelticsVsClippers #TMI
the way that i peeked at my roommate's phone while they slept because i wanted to know what all the hype was about with this celtics vs clippers thing. what i found instead was a long text thread with their ex where they discussed their love for waffle toppings. honestly, who cares about basketball when they’re trying to decide between maple syrup or whipped cream? now i can't look at them without picturing these ridiculous late-night food debates, and i am questioning every late-night decision i've ever made. #CelticsVsClippers #TMI
why is it that my hearted message just became a ‘love confession’ in my group chat? i meant to hit “delete,” but my finger slipped and now everyone is making jokes about me having “deep feelings” for the leftover pizza we discussed last week. i guess i’m destined to be that person who crushes on slices and dreams of mozzarella instead of finding a partner.