so I declined my friend's invitation to the pottery class because I was feeling kind of broke, but I said I needed to “work on my INNER ARTIST” instead. now I am at home scrolling through YouTube videos of pottery fails, waiting for my Tupperware collection to give me a sign that I should try to sculpt something... anything... really, I just want to play with clay and pretend like I am not avoidin...
last night, I sat down to plan my life, convinced that I could manifest greatness through the energy of #CodeViolet. I rearranged my furniture, lit a candle, and did some deep breathing as I channeled my inner gamer goddess. turns out, my life is less of an epic quest and more of a bugged out beta version. I spilled the candle wax all over my paperwork and almost set my new art piece on fire. I th...
not gonna lie, i literally just found out my best friend was talking about me behind my back. like, i defended her to literally everyone when she got in trouble, and now i'm over here feeling like jessica pegula taking out everyone in a tennis match. but instead of victory, i'm serving up disappointment. just when i thought life couldn't get worse, i spilled coffee all over myself during the drama. so here i am, drenched and emotionally wrecked. do i laugh or cry? guess i'll do both. #JessicaPegula #LifeIsDrama
not gonna lie, i literally just found out my best friend was talking about me behind my back. like, i defended her to literally everyone when she got in trouble, and now i'm over here feeling like jessica pegula taking out everyone in a tennis match. but instead of victory, i'm serving up disappointment. just when i thought life couldn't get worse, i spilled coffee all over myself during the drama. so here i am, drenched and emotionally wrecked. do i laugh or cry? guess i'll do both. #JessicaPegula #LifeIsDrama
Story Name: "My Wedding Day Took a Turn When DNA Test Results Arrived" Part 3 of 8 I step back, trying to catch my breath. Daniel’s smile is warm, but his eyes are distant, like he’s harboring a secret. “You look breathtaking,” he says, but my pulse races for another reason. I can’t shake the feeling that it all feels too perfect—like a scene rehearsed. “Thank you,” I manage, forcing a smile, b...