it's not that I regret sending the risky text. it's just that I am literally standing in the kitchen, staring at the fridge like it holds the answers to my life choices. I mean, what was I thinking when I thought "what's the worst that could happen?" while holding a block of cheese? because now I’m watching those three dots like they are the countdown to my imminent demise, and the worst might be ...
yooo, so i spent like, the entire weekend manifesting that my crush would text me after i saw them post about tetairoa mcmillan. i literally wrote a heartfelt message in my notes app and then sent it to, like, no one because guess what? they liked a different post instead and i found out their favorite color is green. i'm sitting here with a blue blanket, my heart shattered, wondering if i should ...
it’s not that my coworker forwarded my private message to the whole team. it’s just that i wrote a passionate essay about the color of our office stapler and the philosophical implications behind it. now everyone knows i feel this deep emotional connection to stationery. I mean, can someone pass me a second stapler for my broken spirit?
it’s not that my coworker forwarded my private message to the whole team. it’s just that i wrote a passionate essay about the color of our office stapler and the philosophical implications behind it. now everyone knows i feel this deep emotional connection to stationery. I mean, can someone pass me a second stapler for my broken spirit?
yooo, just walked into the grocery store to buy flour and salt for the thousandth time this month, but when i checked my bank app, my balance said thirty cents. thirty! so now i’m standing there wondering if i can just collect enough quarters from the self-checkout change tray to at least bake one cookie. that’s when an old lady points to my shirt and says “honey, do you know you have a price tag ...