Story Name: "The Poisoned Toast: My Wedding Turned Into a War Zone" Part 2 of 7 ...in my stomach. I glance around, searching for familiar faces. My groom, Jason, is lost in a conversation with his father, oblivious. The music fades. I catch a glimpse of her—my mother-in-law, Diane. She's a vision in emerald green, but there's something sinister behind her perfect smile. I can feel her eyes bor...
it's not that i'm lost in life. it's just that i realized during the holiday dinner intervention that i have memorized the full history of beige carpet trends. my uncle's explaining why i need to get my life together, and i'm nodding, but in my head, i'm thinking about the transition from shag to berber. not gonna lie, it's a killer conversation starter, but also probably why i haven't moved out.
just found out about ben stokes' injury and now i'm stuck at home, still daydreaming about that guy who won’t even acknowledge me at the grocery store. honestly, that feels like my emotional stamina just limping off the field, while my crush is likely eating cereal alone, completely unbothered. at least stokes has teammates; my only backup is my houseplants, and they're starting to wilt. #BenStokes #relatable
just found out about ben stokes' injury and now i'm stuck at home, still daydreaming about that guy who won’t even acknowledge me at the grocery store. honestly, that feels like my emotional stamina just limping off the field, while my crush is likely eating cereal alone, completely unbothered. at least stokes has teammates; my only backup is my houseplants, and they're starting to wilt. #BenStokes #relatable
my mom asked when i’m having kids — like i’m supposed to just manifest a partner out of thin air, or make a mini me with a photo of deMar DeRozan taped to the wall and a dream board. meanwhile, i’m still waiting for my coffee to finish brewing. it took me longer to choose an avocado at the store than to decide to adopt my future dog named nacho. so here i am, twenty-seven, contemplating pet names ...