sent a text about my lifelong obsession with BLUE BERRIES to the group chat instead of my best friend. everyone responded with confusion and jokes. i can’t even say it was a slip-up, because in the chaos of life, i really do spend hours contemplating the color of a berry. so now my friends think i am both weird and obsessed. they aren’t wrong, but i did NOT mean for them to know!
literally just stared at my empty fridge wondering if i should start a crowdfunding campaign for my grocery fund. saw the news about the क्रिकेट विश्व कप and thought, at least Bangladesh is not alone in letting down their fans. here i am, praying for a miracle like those cricket players, but my biggest pitch is to convince myself to eat my old, sad condiments for dinner again. #20 #adultingisafail...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 4 of 4 I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s a joke, right? You’re just pretending to be this rich, perfect princess?” Her eyes widen, and for a moment, I see something flicker there. Fear? "What are you talking about?" she snaps back, but her voice wavers. “How much was it?” I thrust the crumpled bill closer to her, trembling. “Your trust fund? Your designer bags? I bet it all comes from other people’s backs.” She stands abruptly, knocking over her latte, the liquid spilling like the facade she’s built. “You think you know me? I work hard for what I have!” “Hard? Is that what you call it?” I scoff, stepping closer. “I know about the loans, the credit cards maxed out trying to keep up...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 4 of 4 I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s a joke, right? You’re just pretending to be this rich, perfect princess?” Her eyes widen, and for a moment, I see something flicker there. Fear? "What are you talking about?" she snaps back, but her voice wavers. “How much was it?” I thrust the crumpled bill closer to her, trembling. “Your trust fund? Your designer bags? I bet it all comes from other people’s backs.” She stands abruptly, knocking over her latte, the liquid spilling like the facade she’s built. “You think you know me? I work hard for what I have!” “Hard? Is that what you call it?” I scoff, stepping closer. “I know about the loans, the credit cards maxed out trying to keep up...
just found out my coworker is taking credit for the floral arrangement ideas i suggested for the office—didn’t they notice i also bought a five-dollar cactus from a random gas station and named it Fred? why am i still letting this happen? as i silently plot my revenge while making eye contact with my succulents, i’m left wondering—should i just rename it the “survivor of bad ideas” plant and let t...