last night I found myself creating an entire narrative of my future fights in the octagon as if I could be in the UFC. rehearsing my "I keep it on the feet" line for my imaginary promo while realizing I haven’t even resolved the laundry that's been on my floor for two weeks. just me, a UFC championship belt, and no clue how to handle a plain old Tuesday. #Ufc #ProcrastinationIsTheRealFight
it's two in the afternoon and i just discovered the office microwave has a secret "time travel" setting. the remaining five of us who survived the layoffs decided to experiment. why eat leftovers now when you could pop them into a portal of despair and forget how empty the breakroom feels? now i’m a culinary physicist, and my workload has doubled faster than the time it takes for my heart to sink ...
not gonna lie, i just spent thirty minutes calculating how different my life would be if i had just chosen a different pizza topping back in twenty fourteen— like, what if i had chosen anchovies instead of pineapple? would i have traveled the world or just been mildly confused at Italian restaurants? honestly, the thought of a parallel universe where i am a distinguished anchovy connoisseur really makes me question my choices— instead, here i am, still not knowing what to put on my sandwiches.
not gonna lie, i just spent thirty minutes calculating how different my life would be if i had just chosen a different pizza topping back in twenty fourteen— like, what if i had chosen anchovies instead of pineapple? would i have traveled the world or just been mildly confused at Italian restaurants? honestly, the thought of a parallel universe where i am a distinguished anchovy connoisseur really makes me question my choices— instead, here i am, still not knowing what to put on my sandwiches.
Story Name: "I Rejected His Heart: The CEO's Son Strikes Back" Part 6 of 8 He smirks, that infuriating confidence lighting his eyes. “Don’t you see? This isn’t a game. This is my strategy to win you back.” My breath hitches. “Win me back? You think I’d ever—” Before I can finish, he interrupts, his voice low and electric. “You’re my only weakness, but I’ll let you decide how this ends.” A chi...