no because the way my coworker forwarded my private message about my favorite pen being “too sexy” to the entire team, I am questioning all of my life choices. like, was it the THREESOMES with the ink colors that pushed them over the edge? now my beloved stationery romance is exposed to everyone, and I am stuck rewriting my career trajectory as the "weird pen person."
you ever hear that one republic day song on the radio and suddenly you're reminded of how you thought thirty was old? i caught myself tearing up thinking about my life decisions while daydreaming about marching in a parade. like, is this what adulthood is? i started googling how to buy a flag, but all the links just led to tips on financial planning. WHAT EVEN IS THAT? now im spiraling. #RepublicD...
not gonna lie, I just triple texted about my favorite brand of glue to someone who didn’t ask, and for a moment I thought, “what if I faked my death to avoid the awkwardness?” because if I die mysteriously, everyone will just think I got too passionate about crafting and I’m literally waiting for my funeral outfit to arrive so I can be PREPARED.
not gonna lie, I just triple texted about my favorite brand of glue to someone who didn’t ask, and for a moment I thought, “what if I faked my death to avoid the awkwardness?” because if I die mysteriously, everyone will just think I got too passionate about crafting and I’m literally waiting for my funeral outfit to arrive so I can be PREPARED.
Story Name: "My MIL Hired a Seductress to Destroy My Marriage" Part 6 of 6 I step inside, feeling the air thicken like a fog. “What’s going on, Jake?” I ask, forcing each word through the lump in my throat. He swallows hard, eyes darting. “It’s not what it looks like.” “Then what is it?” I demand, fists clenching by my sides. I can hear my heart racing like a drum. At that moment, the intr...