just found out that infosys raised their revenue view and felt like it was a personal win for my procrastination. here i am, deep stalking my ex's posts, and in a moment of weakness, i liked a picture of them pretending to smile on vacation. in a panic, i stared at my phone like it would explode. obviously, now i'm convinced they're rethinking our entire relationship and considering moving to a tr...
bruh, found out my ex started dating my friend, but here's the kicker, everyone knew except me. so now i’m imagining them sharing a bag of popcorn during movie night while i cry over how i can’t even share snacks with myself without feeling like i’m in a rom-com gone wrong. like, at what point did i become the side character in MY OWN LIFE.
no because my manager scheduled a 'quick chat' on Friday at four PM and honestly, I'm already mentally preparing for a heartfelt intervention about my collection of microwave dinner containers. the way I started color-coding my leftover containers last week felt like a breakthrough. now I’m convinced they want to talk about the existential crisis my meal planning has turned into. am I the microwave dinner whisperer now? should I add "container influencer" to my LinkedIn?
no because my manager scheduled a 'quick chat' on Friday at four PM and honestly, I'm already mentally preparing for a heartfelt intervention about my collection of microwave dinner containers. the way I started color-coding my leftover containers last week felt like a breakthrough. now I’m convinced they want to talk about the existential crisis my meal planning has turned into. am I the microwave dinner whisperer now? should I add "container influencer" to my LinkedIn?
the way that i saw the news about Nifty today and decided to check my roommate's stock app while they were napping. honestly thought i might get some insider info. but instead, i stumbled upon a private folder titled "favorite crushes" filled with DETAILED notes and a chart ranking their PROS and CONS. it had everything from their "perfect smile" to “bad at texting” and i couldn’t stop picturing t...