Story Name: "The Celebrity Parent I Never Knew: A DNA Test Changed Everything" Part 3 of 5 I can’t process it. My head spins. I shove the paper away, gasping for air. Not my biological father? Who am I? My phone buzzes, slicing through the silence. It’s my best friend, Mia. “Hey, I need to talk!” she texts, the urgency palpable. I pick up the phone, my hands shaking. “Can it wait?” I reply. ...
wait. my boss just posted about the rocket launch today. naturally, I decided to creep on their social media. accidentally liked a photo from a year ago, where they are clearly in a tropical place sipping a cocktail, looking happier than I am in this dreary office. I literally hit that like button, freaked out, and then unliked it like it would somehow erase the moment. no such luck, the awkwardne...
literally just got passed over for a promotion again. i should have seen it coming. my coworkers keep saying they would follow me into a zombie apocalypse, but honestly, i cannot even follow directions to my next meeting. so here i am, plotting my next career move while the return of The Walking Dead feels like it might happen before my next chance to advance. this time i even sent an email that was basically a sob letter begging for feedback, and all they gave me was the ‘we appreciate your efforts’ response. i am this close to drawing a vision board of me as the ultimate survivor but really it’s just going to be me curled up on my couch with snacks and a heartbroken playlist. #TheWalkingDead #WorkStruggles
literally just got passed over for a promotion again. i should have seen it coming. my coworkers keep saying they would follow me into a zombie apocalypse, but honestly, i cannot even follow directions to my next meeting. so here i am, plotting my next career move while the return of The Walking Dead feels like it might happen before my next chance to advance. this time i even sent an email that was basically a sob letter begging for feedback, and all they gave me was the ‘we appreciate your efforts’ response. i am this close to drawing a vision board of me as the ultimate survivor but really it’s just going to be me curled up on my couch with snacks and a heartbroken playlist. #TheWalkingDead #WorkStruggles
just found out my neighbor is starting a COMIC BOOK CLUB and now I can't decide if I want to attend or secretly hope it fails—so I can convince myself I'm not a hermit. like, can you imagine the emotional STRESS of discussing fictional universes while wearing pajama pants? the real kicker? I might end up trying to charm the *graphic novel enthusiast* with my improvised superhero origin story about...