last night, i scrolled through a video of this Cooper Connolly kid tearing it up in the T20 World Cup, and it hit me. he’s living the dream while i’m sitting here wondering if i should change my name after the last romantic disaster that got away. made me realize, the only "catch" in my life is that awkward conversation i keep dodging about my long-lost childhood plans for an epic family… you know...
like, i just got passed over for a promotion, again. honestly, it’s cool, i’m just gonna assume they found out i’ve been using office supplies for my homemade escape room and thought i was literally too unprofessional. but then again, if they knew how much fun those paper clips could bring, they might reconsider my qualifications.
like, i just got passed over for a promotion, again. honestly, it’s cool, i’m just gonna assume they found out i’ve been using office supplies for my homemade escape room and thought i was literally too unprofessional. but then again, if they knew how much fun those paper clips could bring, they might reconsider my qualifications.
it's not that I wanted to be a mediator between my parents' divorce... it's just that now I have to negotiate who gets the LAST slice of their terrible marriage like it’s some kind of cold pizza in a break room. I mean, one minute, I'm defending my dad's cooking because he "can make a mean stir fry" and the next, I'm hiding in the bathroom trying not to cry over how both their ideas of happiness a...