last night, i accidentally sent a personal rant to my entire private story about the pacers vs pistons. imagine me going on about how my life feels like the dramatic energy of a last-second buzzer beater, then finding out my ex-boyfriend, the guy who ghosted me for a math tutor, screenshotted it. now, i’m just waiting for him to text me something ridiculous about "team dynamics" like he’s in the g...
wait—so my coworker who once tried to convince everyone that eating crayons is a gourmet experience got promoted—and now they’re my boss—thankfully, I have a black suit ready—just in case I need to attend my own funeral when I accidentally mix up “yes, sir” with “do you want me to organize the crayon buffet?”
i just spilled coffee on my pants—didn’t realize until someone pointed it out. my response? “oh, it’s just a new trend, it's called ‘caffeinated chic’.” who knew disappointment could be so stylish?
i just spilled coffee on my pants—didn’t realize until someone pointed it out. my response? “oh, it’s just a new trend, it's called ‘caffeinated chic’.” who knew disappointment could be so stylish?
honestly, I poured my heart into a breakup text and their only response was "ok." that hits harder than my team losing to the hurricanes. like, do they even realize how deep I went? I sent that text with full punctuation, people. not a casual dot or a ‘sorry for your loss.’ that little "ok" makes me feel like the devils scored an empty net goal right in my soul. now I’m standing here questioning i...