wait, just sent a super risky message about my unfiltered thoughts on the THICKEST peanut butter I've ever tasted, and now I'm staring at those three dots like they hold the secrets of the universe. should i prepare for a civil discussion or a full-on peanut butter debate?
i woke up this morning to the shocking revelation that my best friend has been secretly HOARDING my expired coupon collection. i thought we had a bond—deep, sacred. now here i am—voluntold to work the weekend because of HER betrayal. just a week ago, i confided in her about my wish to save money—SHE had the audacity to act concerned, while plotting against my pantry. #betrayal #whydididoit
just realized my partner has been texting their old middle school drama club director. like, literally who texts their old drama teacher? i am fully prepared to give my acceptance speech for "Best Supportive Partner" after I confront them. just waiting for the moment they bring up "expression" and how much it "means to them." honey, your monologues do not work here!
just realized my partner has been texting their old middle school drama club director. like, literally who texts their old drama teacher? i am fully prepared to give my acceptance speech for "Best Supportive Partner" after I confront them. just waiting for the moment they bring up "expression" and how much it "means to them." honey, your monologues do not work here!
it’s not that i’m jealous of a fictional character dating my celebrity crush—i’m just concerned for my sanity. like, here i am crying into a microwave burrito over some character's fairy tale love, while my own love life is as nonexistent as the suns' defense in the final quarter against the knicks. honestly, my emotional investment is literally keeping me broke and in denial—like, am i more upset...