yooo, so i just found out the library has a maximum book loan limit of 10. decided to “borrow” a stack like it was going to feed me for the week. now i'm halfway through a philosophical memoir and have spent more time stressing about late fees than anything existential. also, guess who's uncomfortably low on snacks and even lower on motivation to return them? plot twist: i just made an entire meal...
wait, just caught myself meticulously planning out a one-man show about why my favorite condiment is the best one. like, i made a whole presentation with visuals, thinking about audience reactions. the only audience member is my dog, and even he walked away during the part about umami. now i'm wide awake, wondering if i might just be the only one who could ever truly appreciate the deep emotional ...
Story Name: "I Pretended to be Broke to Expose My Gold-Digger Girlfriend" Part 3 of 5 I take a deep breath, mustering every ounce of willpower. The laughter pulls me closer, but I force myself to stay put. My eyes narrow as I scan the room. And then—I see him. Jake. My so-called friend. He leans against the bar, grinning at her like she’s the last piece of cake at a party. My heart races. Is he in on this? I step closer, but the crowd swells, blocking my view. I can’t help it—I need to hear what she’s saying. I inch forward, heart pounding. Then, I catch a snippet that chills me to the bone. “...just waiting for him to come into some money, you know?” She giggles, flipping her hair as if she owns the place. I can’t process it. My fists tremble. Is she really saying this in front o...
Story Name: "I Pretended to be Broke to Expose My Gold-Digger Girlfriend" Part 3 of 5 I take a deep breath, mustering every ounce of willpower. The laughter pulls me closer, but I force myself to stay put. My eyes narrow as I scan the room. And then—I see him. Jake. My so-called friend. He leans against the bar, grinning at her like she’s the last piece of cake at a party. My heart races. Is he in on this? I step closer, but the crowd swells, blocking my view. I can’t help it—I need to hear what she’s saying. I inch forward, heart pounding. Then, I catch a snippet that chills me to the bone. “...just waiting for him to come into some money, you know?” She giggles, flipping her hair as if she owns the place. I can’t process it. My fists tremble. Is she really saying this in front o...
it’s not that i’m obsessed, it’s just that i made eye contact with a stranger in the library, and now i’m designing the invitation for our literary-themed wedding. i’ve already chosen the font and color scheme, but it might get tricky when they don’t even know my name.