not gonna lie, just revealed to a stranger that my backup plan for a zombie apocalypse involves collecting cats as an emotional support team. they looked horrified. guess i won’t be getting that awkward small talk chance again. #zombiecatdad #selfreport
it's not that i care about cha eun woo's tax situation, it's just that every time i read about it, i get this nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, my entire life is one giant joke on me. i once had a chance to work on something great—a big project, and instead, i took the safe job with stable benefits, which just so happens to be a cubicle adorned with unflattering fluorescent lights and snack-...
Story Name: "They Switched My Birth Control for Their Grandchild" Part 6 of 7 I storm into the living room, my fists balled tight at my sides. I see them: my in-laws, sitting there like they just planned a surprise party. I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat. “You lied to me!” My words pierce the air, sharp and accusatory. They exchange glances, feigning ignorance, but I see the guilt flicker in my mother-in-law's eyes. “What are you talking about, dear?” she purrs, her smile stretching too wide. It’s sickening. “I know about the sugar pills!” My voice echoes off the walls, each syllable heavy with years of resentment. My father-in-law’s face pales, and for a moment, I relish the shock in his eyes. But it’s fleeting. “I can explain,” he finally croaks, but I cut him o...
Story Name: "They Switched My Birth Control for Their Grandchild" Part 6 of 7 I storm into the living room, my fists balled tight at my sides. I see them: my in-laws, sitting there like they just planned a surprise party. I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat. “You lied to me!” My words pierce the air, sharp and accusatory. They exchange glances, feigning ignorance, but I see the guilt flicker in my mother-in-law's eyes. “What are you talking about, dear?” she purrs, her smile stretching too wide. It’s sickening. “I know about the sugar pills!” My voice echoes off the walls, each syllable heavy with years of resentment. My father-in-law’s face pales, and for a moment, I relish the shock in his eyes. But it’s fleeting. “I can explain,” he finally croaks, but I cut him o...
yooo, my side hustle just started paying for all my main job expenses, so naturally, i used my lunch break to build a whole imaginary wrestling career in my head based on last week’s wwe saturday night main event. next thing i know, i'm rehearsing my entrance music in the bathroom and accidentally get caught by someone who now thinks i need therapy. is this what rock bottom looks like or just anot...