Story Name: "Living with a Human Garbage Disposal" Part 7 of 6 So, here we are, about a week after the Great Casserole Incident. I was cautiously optimistic, thinking maybe my roommate, let’s just call him "Dave," had hit rock bottom and would start to realize that, like, mold isn’t an acceptable roommate. Spoiler: I was dead wrong. One evening, I came home from work, exhausted and ready to cra...
Story Name: "Grade A Disaster: The Night My Life Crumbled" Part 4 of 3 So here I am, just trying to hold myself together, right? I’m sweating bullets, looking like I just ran a marathon while simultaneously trying to keep my head from exploding. I barely processed Professor Thompson’s last message about “discussing academic integrity” over coffee tomorrow. Like, what even is that supposed to mea...
Story Name: "Ghosted at the Altar: A Dating Disaster" Part 5 of 5 Okay, so here I am, a few days post-ghosting, drowning in this sea of wedding decor, half-baked cake flavors, and the Pinterest boards I meticulously crafted. Friends were trying to get me out, but honestly, all I wanted to do was curl up in my blanket burrito, binge-watch reality TV, and shove my face full of ice cream. But just when I thought I’d hit rock bottom, plot twist—my phone buzzed. I almost didn’t check it, but curiosity got the better of me. It was a text from my best friend, Sam. “You won’t believe who just showed up at my bar.” And I was like, no way, not him. But my heart raced anyway. I had to know. I scrambled out of my “I’m heartbroken” cave and threw on something that screamed “I’m fine, really,” which ...
Story Name: "Ghosted at the Altar: A Dating Disaster" Part 5 of 5 Okay, so here I am, a few days post-ghosting, drowning in this sea of wedding decor, half-baked cake flavors, and the Pinterest boards I meticulously crafted. Friends were trying to get me out, but honestly, all I wanted to do was curl up in my blanket burrito, binge-watch reality TV, and shove my face full of ice cream. But just when I thought I’d hit rock bottom, plot twist—my phone buzzed. I almost didn’t check it, but curiosity got the better of me. It was a text from my best friend, Sam. “You won’t believe who just showed up at my bar.” And I was like, no way, not him. But my heart raced anyway. I had to know. I scrambled out of my “I’m heartbroken” cave and threw on something that screamed “I’m fine, really,” which ...
Story Name: "Living with a Human Garbage Disposal" Part 7 of 6 So, here we are, the grand finale of living with my personal human dumpster. I thought I’d seen it all, but nope, my roommate had one last shocking surprise up his sleeve, like a magician revealing a nasty trick at the worst possible moment. It was a regular Wednesday when the smell hit me. You know that smell - like a cross between ...