it's 3am and i just stumbled upon the latest iphone rumors. caught my coworker bragging about "our project" during lunch, while i quietly ate my sad salad—again. she doesn’t realize i literally designed the whole thing and now my name is disappearing like those missing features in the new phone. this feels like a whole different level of betrayal—like, do i confront her or wait until she slips up?...
last night, I stumbled across a folder of old photos from the time I thought my friends and I were basically soulmates. you know, the goofy costumes we wore for that ridiculous theme party nobody remembers? turns out they have this separate chat about…beet farming or something. yeah, beet farming. and I’m sitting here like, how do I not even get to laugh about ROOT VEGETABLES with them? like, shou...