just realized that today, while watching the world series highlights, i was summoned to work the weekend again. there i was, ready to savor the drama, but instead, my boss had the audacity to ‘voluntold’ me into another day of spreadsheets and coffee refills. it’s like my life is a game of dodgeball, except everyone else is throwing baseballs, and i am stuck behind the counter looking at my bills....
Story Name: "My Husband's Secret: A Life I Never Knew" Part 2 of 5 hands tremble as I clutch the sheets, replaying his confession. "I’m not who you think I am," he had said, his voice a mix of desperation and fear. The words echo in my mind like a haunting melody. I need answers. I take a deep breath and push open the door to his study. The air is heavy with secrets. Papers scatter across the ...
not gonna lie, just sent a text saying "can you believe they still wear Crocs to family gatherings?" and immediately realized it went to the same relative i was talking about. now we are both sitting here, avoiding each other at grandma's birthday party. lifes not worth living if i dont get to hear them brag about their Crocs style later, right?
not gonna lie, just sent a text saying "can you believe they still wear Crocs to family gatherings?" and immediately realized it went to the same relative i was talking about. now we are both sitting here, avoiding each other at grandma's birthday party. lifes not worth living if i dont get to hear them brag about their Crocs style later, right?
So I just looked at my subscription list and realized I have one for a monthly potato recipe service. I have never even cooked a potato. But here I am, funding some random chef's potato dream while my actual meals consist of cereal and regret. It's so bad that I am convinced my spirit animal is just a lone french fry… floating in the void.