honestly, i'm in bed at 3am obsessing over my nonexistent savings while my brain keeps telling me allegri is right about my life being "partiti un po' imprecisi." i haven’t figured out how to save a euro yet i still daydream about traveling to see a serie a game, hoping one of the players will throw a signed jersey at me so i can resell it for rent money. true story. #SerieA #struggles
Story Name: "Grade A Disaster: The Night My Life Crumbled" Part 1 of 3 Okay, so picture this: it's a Tuesday night, the kind of night where the library is packed, and people are frantically studying for finals. I'm sitting there, practically drowning in a sea of textbooks and empty coffee cups, trying to focus on the mountain of research I need to complete. But instead, my mind’s like, *ding din...
Story Name: "Living with a Human Garbage Disposal" Part 2 of 6 So, let me spill the rest of the tea because things got REAL, fam. Just when I thought I was getting used to the whole “living with a human garbage disposal” situation, my roommate, let’s call him Jake, took things to a whole new level. Picture this: one Tuesday evening, I come home after a long day of pretending to be an adult, only to be hit by the stench of something so vile, it could only be described as a mix between expired sushi and bad decisions. Like, seriously, how is he still alive? I walk into the kitchen (you know, the place we’re supposed to share) and there’s Jake, lounging like a king on our worn-out couch, surrounded by a fortress of empty chip bags and takeout containers. I thought maybe he was trying to ac...
Story Name: "Living with a Human Garbage Disposal" Part 2 of 6 So, let me spill the rest of the tea because things got REAL, fam. Just when I thought I was getting used to the whole “living with a human garbage disposal” situation, my roommate, let’s call him Jake, took things to a whole new level. Picture this: one Tuesday evening, I come home after a long day of pretending to be an adult, only to be hit by the stench of something so vile, it could only be described as a mix between expired sushi and bad decisions. Like, seriously, how is he still alive? I walk into the kitchen (you know, the place we’re supposed to share) and there’s Jake, lounging like a king on our worn-out couch, surrounded by a fortress of empty chip bags and takeout containers. I thought maybe he was trying to ac...
Story Name: "Ghosted at the Altar: A Dating Disaster" Part 1 of 5 Okay, so gather around, my friends, because I’m about to drop a bombshell that’ll make your jaw hit the floor. Picture this: it’s less than a week before my wedding day—like, the day I’ve been dreaming about since I was a little girl. You know, the kind where you imagine yourself in a fairy-tale gown, surrounded by flowers, and yo...