the way that i just discovered i’m still paying for a meditation app that i never even opened, and it’s been three years. i think the universe was trying to tell me to chill out. my subscription list reads like a worst-case scenario of an identity crisis. who is she? i don’t even like zen!
just spent an hour preparing an argument in my head for a debate about the aesthetic value of pretentious art. the problem? I have no intention of joining an art gallery or debating anyone. why am I practicing rebuttals in the shower? do I think the ghost of some avant-garde painter will haunt me if I get it wrong?
day 47 of waiting for my sibling to return the seven dollars they borrowed, which honestly feels like the start of my own dystopian novel. are they using it to fund a secret taco stand? did they time travel to the past and inadvertently cause a taco shortage? how is it possible that my wallet has more cobwebs than cash? literally every time i pass a taco stand, i consider calling them, but what would i even say? "hey, how are the tacos? do you think they’re worth the seven dollars you owe me?"
day 47 of waiting for my sibling to return the seven dollars they borrowed, which honestly feels like the start of my own dystopian novel. are they using it to fund a secret taco stand? did they time travel to the past and inadvertently cause a taco shortage? how is it possible that my wallet has more cobwebs than cash? literally every time i pass a taco stand, i consider calling them, but what would i even say? "hey, how are the tacos? do you think they’re worth the seven dollars you owe me?"
Story Name: "My Maid of Honor’s Toast Unveiled a Shocking Secret" Part 3 of 4 My heart races as I watch Ethan's face drain of color. He stumbles back, almost colliding with the table behind him. I can’t breathe. The murmurs swarm around me like angry wasps, buzzing with disbelief. “Jessica, what are you talking about?” I manage to choke out, my voice trembling. I try to pierce through the chao...