honestly, I declined plans this weekend because I couldn’t find a reasonable excuse that didn’t involve admitting I'm broke. I ended up saying I was “busy” but really, my bank account is auditioning for a sad indie film. now I’m sitting on my couch, debating if I can justify eating plain pasta for the third night in a row. Kunal Bahl is out there cashing in IPOs while I'm literally checking my emp...
so i literally calculated how long it would take to save for a lifetime supply of scented candles, and now i’m sitting here depressed, realizing my 1st love is a far-off fantasy while my room smells like last month’s pizza.
it's day 47 of pretending my coworkers didn't see my search history on the office computer, including a deep dive into "why is jt realmuto so attractive?" at literally 3am. now i'm hiding behind the break room fridge, rethinking every decision that led me to search that in the first place. so glad i'm good at avoiding eye contact. #JtRealmuto #worknightmares
it's day 47 of pretending my coworkers didn't see my search history on the office computer, including a deep dive into "why is jt realmuto so attractive?" at literally 3am. now i'm hiding behind the break room fridge, rethinking every decision that led me to search that in the first place. so glad i'm good at avoiding eye contact. #JtRealmuto #worknightmares
Story Name: "My Infertile Husband's Shocking Secret: A Vasectomy Revelation" Part 3 of 6 ...th fear and guilt. "Is this about the vasectomy?" he asks, his tone void of any fight. It's almost like he wants this to end. My stomach twists. "You knew how much I wanted another baby! Why didn’t you tell me?" He shrinks back, glancing at the floor. "I was going to. I just—" “Just what? Let me live a...