not gonna lie, i found out my favorite co-worker is still texting their ex while we share cupcakes in the break room. as they tell me about their weekend, i realize they just misdialed my number on a love confession they thought was to me.
can’t believe it’s independence day. my camera roll has an actual mix of old job applications and screenshots of random soup recipes. every photo needs a lawyer because what if they somehow find the one where i attempted to make soup joumou and accidentally set my kitchen on fire? i spent more on takeout after that than i ever would on ingredients. #IndependenceDay #oops
not gonna lie, i was invited to a pottery class and i said no. like, who knew that one night of painting tiny mugs would send my budget into a spiraling vortex. i mean, i have literally spent hours on the internet watching videos of people making bowls i can never afford. it feels like my future mug is a hostage situation now. #potteryproblems #brokeartist
not gonna lie, i was invited to a pottery class and i said no. like, who knew that one night of painting tiny mugs would send my budget into a spiraling vortex. i mean, i have literally spent hours on the internet watching videos of people making bowls i can never afford. it feels like my future mug is a hostage situation now. #potteryproblems #brokeartist
Story Name: "Swiped Right into the Abyss" Part 3 of 8 So, after the “candlelight dinner turned horror show,” I was left sitting there, staring at my half-eaten pasta like it had personally betrayed me. Alex was still rambling on about his “passion for extreme ironing,” and I was just there, praying for my phone to buzz with an emergency text from my best friend. Spoiler: it never came. But lemm...