saw the news about the bank strike and honestly, it hit me like a brick. like, here i am literally plotting my escape to some tropical island where no one even knows about money or bills, but instead i am glued to the chaos. it’s like watching a bad rom-com where the couple never actually breaks up, and i'm just the annoying friend yelling “move on already!” i keep imagining these bank employees s...
i checked their phone while they were asleep—i was just trying to figure out if they liked pickles on pizza—but now i can’t unsee their texts about how they secretly want to be a professional bog diver. who knew the real crisis would be deciphering if that is worse than the pickles?
honestly, my 'best friend' texts me like clockwork, but only when they need a favor, like im some kind of walking task rabbit. yesterday, they asked for my spare charger for a party they're not even throwing, and im just sitting there like, oh, so we’re back to you treating me like an app. literally, i keep waiting for a message that says, "hey, just checking in!" but all i get is, "can you get me Novak Djokovic's autograph?" like, what am i, your assistant? so now i’m stuck in this spiral, questioning if i should just start texting them only when i need free food tips or something equally mundane. #NovakDjokovic #friendshipdilemma
honestly, my 'best friend' texts me like clockwork, but only when they need a favor, like im some kind of walking task rabbit. yesterday, they asked for my spare charger for a party they're not even throwing, and im just sitting there like, oh, so we’re back to you treating me like an app. literally, i keep waiting for a message that says, "hey, just checking in!" but all i get is, "can you get me Novak Djokovic's autograph?" like, what am i, your assistant? so now i’m stuck in this spiral, questioning if i should just start texting them only when i need free food tips or something equally mundane. #NovakDjokovic #friendshipdilemma
not gonna lie, i thought my late-night scroll through my partner's phone was just for fun. but then, boom! a text from someone named "sizzling_siren" popped up with... well, let's just say it had nothing to do with a baking class. suddenly, i'm not just a bystander in a little snoop, but a player in a drama i never signed up for. how am i supposed to ask, “what's up with your 'sizzling' side gig?"...