it’s day 7 of being “voluntold” to work this weekend and honestly, at this point, I am almost convinced that my barista knows my life story better than I do. like, he remembers my coffee order but doesn’t remember the time I planned a speech for when I inevitably quit my job that I never actually delivered. I just needed to get this out.
it’s not that i care about being left out... it's just that i found out my friend group has been planning a secret taco truck road trip without me, and i just finished curating the ultimate taco playlist for the journey. am i not the designated taco ambassador anymore? it makes me wonder what else they are keeping from me… like are they all in a secret taco cult now? #betrayedbytacos #foodiefriend...
honestly, I quit my stable job for my passion. now I am regretting it while pacing in my living room with two houseplants as my audience. they are judging my life choices like fans at the Real Madrid vs Atlético Madrid game. I might take a weekend job just to afford to buy them fancy soil because clearly, I can’t keep them alive with just dreams. who knew passion comes with so many light bills? #RealMadridVsAtlticoMadrid #LifeChoices
honestly, I quit my stable job for my passion. now I am regretting it while pacing in my living room with two houseplants as my audience. they are judging my life choices like fans at the Real Madrid vs Atlético Madrid game. I might take a weekend job just to afford to buy them fancy soil because clearly, I can’t keep them alive with just dreams. who knew passion comes with so many light bills? #RealMadridVsAtlticoMadrid #LifeChoices
Story Name: "I Helped a Homeless Man - Now He Wants My Fortune" Part 4 of 5 “Who are you?” My voice shakes as I clutch my purse tighter, every instinct screaming to run. He steps closer, and I can’t help but notice the glint of a watch on his wrist—definitely not from a thrift store. “You don’t recognize me?” His mouth curves into a smirk, a cruel twist. “It’s been a while, but I haven’t forgo...