wait, i just found out there's a sequel to 'The Housemaid' and my whole life flashed before my eyes, because at my last job, my boss actually called me into his office to tell me he thought my cleaning skills were on par with a poorly rated soap opera villain, but what he didn’t realize was that my home management technique was so next-level, i once cleaned my roommate's mess with a 12-step plan t...
day 23 of obsessively imagining what my neighbor thinks about while looking out their window at 2am... like, do they ever consider my tragic life choices or just wonder if my plants are dying? I hope they don’t notice how I talk to them while I water them. they definitely do. #parasocialpanic #myneighborthinksihavemydlifefiguredout
Story Name: "I Slept with the CEO—But He Can't Remember My Name!" Part 2 of 8 I spot him. Ryan Kane, the infamous CEO, leaning against the reception desk with that charming grin that made me melt last night. He’s surrounded by his usual entourage, all trending-handsome in their tailored suits. But then, his eyes land on me. My stomach flips. Did he remember? I take a deep breath, trying to look composed as I approach him. “Hey, Ryan,” I say, hoping my voice doesn't tremble. He blinks, that grin faltering for just a second. “Oh, hey! Uh…” My heart sinks. He doesn’t remember my name. I feel like a ghost in this opulent office. I’m just another face in a sea of pretty people. “Can I get you a coffee?” he continues, oblivious. “Sure,” I reply, forcing a smile. Deep inside, my bloo...
Story Name: "I Slept with the CEO—But He Can't Remember My Name!" Part 2 of 8 I spot him. Ryan Kane, the infamous CEO, leaning against the reception desk with that charming grin that made me melt last night. He’s surrounded by his usual entourage, all trending-handsome in their tailored suits. But then, his eyes land on me. My stomach flips. Did he remember? I take a deep breath, trying to look composed as I approach him. “Hey, Ryan,” I say, hoping my voice doesn't tremble. He blinks, that grin faltering for just a second. “Oh, hey! Uh…” My heart sinks. He doesn’t remember my name. I feel like a ghost in this opulent office. I’m just another face in a sea of pretty people. “Can I get you a coffee?” he continues, oblivious. “Sure,” I reply, forcing a smile. Deep inside, my bloo...
have you ever seen someone you grew up with, and they act like you are a STRANGER, despite all those summer days playing in the SAME dirt? like, excuse me, but did we not build a whole fort out of old couch cushions and pretended we were KING AND QUEEN of the neighborhood? now they scroll past my life updates like they just accidentally liked a stranger's tweet about taco bell at 2am. it's giving ...