ever been casually complimented on your “vintage vinyl collection” only to realize your coworker sent the entire office a picture of your hoarded cassette tapes instead?—now i’m the team’s “retro enthusiast” while secretly regretting the seven-foot tower of mixed tapes in my closet that still have 90s bubblegum pop playing in my head.
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Story Name: "My Roommate: The Chaos Catalyst" Part 4 of 6 I step closer, my heart pounding in my ears. “You thought burning the toast was okay? This is a disaster, Jenna!” I can barely keep my voice steady, the panic wrapping around me like that smoke. She shakes her head, slowly, eyes glazed. “No, no. It’s... it’s not only that.” Her hands tremble as she reaches for her phone. “I was trying to... to impress you.” Impress me? My breath catches. “Impress me? By nearly burning down the apartment?” Jenna glances at me with a wild, frantic look. “No! I was trying to impress someone else.” My stomach drops. What does she mean? I take a step back, feeling the walls close in. “Who?” Just then, her phone lights up. A text. She glances down and gasps, her face paling. “Oh no. No, no, no!” ...
Story Name: "My Roommate: The Chaos Catalyst" Part 4 of 6 I step closer, my heart pounding in my ears. “You thought burning the toast was okay? This is a disaster, Jenna!” I can barely keep my voice steady, the panic wrapping around me like that smoke. She shakes her head, slowly, eyes glazed. “No, no. It’s... it’s not only that.” Her hands tremble as she reaches for her phone. “I was trying to... to impress you.” Impress me? My breath catches. “Impress me? By nearly burning down the apartment?” Jenna glances at me with a wild, frantic look. “No! I was trying to impress someone else.” My stomach drops. What does she mean? I take a step back, feeling the walls close in. “Who?” Just then, her phone lights up. A text. She glances down and gasps, her face paling. “Oh no. No, no, no!” ...
last night, i had a full-blown argument with my bookshelf about the last three books i read. i was convinced they were judging my choices, and so i threw one across the room. it landed perfectly in the trash can. turns out my bookshelf was right all along; that book was garbage anyway. #literarydrama #bookishconfessions