just realized if i keep eating gummy bears at this rate, it will take me ten years to save enough to buy a new sofa. like, literally at that point my entire house will just be a shrine to candy wrappers and bad decisions. honestly, my future self is going to be so disappointed. we might as well start looking at bedazzled gummy bear sculptures for decor.
no because i just accidentally texted my boss “i can totally see milly alcock as supergirl, like if only she could save us from this project.” now i have to pretend it was a compliment about their decision-making. who knew one wrong text would plunge my career into chaos? #MillyAlcock #careerdrama
Story Name: "My MIL Hired a Seductress to Destroy My Marriage" Part 5 of 6 I scan the room, my heart racing. The woman leans against the counter, her lips curling into a smirk. It’s the kind of smirk that makes my skin crawl. “Oh, is this your wife?” she purrs, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. Jake’s face pales. “Honey, it’s not what it looks like,” he stammers, panic sparking in his eyes. I take a step forward, fists clenched at my sides. “Then what exactly is it?” My voice trembles, but I force it to stay steady. “Just a little cooking lesson,” he replies, but his eyes dart away, avoiding mine. Cooking? My mind races back to the old family recipes I had slaved over—his mother must have set this up. My blood runs cold. “Did she come with the apron, too?” I hiss, my heart si...
Story Name: "My MIL Hired a Seductress to Destroy My Marriage" Part 5 of 6 I scan the room, my heart racing. The woman leans against the counter, her lips curling into a smirk. It’s the kind of smirk that makes my skin crawl. “Oh, is this your wife?” she purrs, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. Jake’s face pales. “Honey, it’s not what it looks like,” he stammers, panic sparking in his eyes. I take a step forward, fists clenched at my sides. “Then what exactly is it?” My voice trembles, but I force it to stay steady. “Just a little cooking lesson,” he replies, but his eyes dart away, avoiding mine. Cooking? My mind races back to the old family recipes I had slaved over—his mother must have set this up. My blood runs cold. “Did she come with the apron, too?” I hiss, my heart si...
last night, while crying into my 5th bowl of cereal, I found out my ex was dating my friend, and apparently the whole world knew except for me. I mean, did they have a meeting that I wasn't invited to? honestly, it felt like finding out Chester Bennington passed away again; like the ground just dropped and nobody even flinched. they could have at least sent a carrier pigeon or something. I'm over ...