last night, I found out through LinkedIn that my position was posted online. casually scrolling through my feed, and there it was. my job listed like an open casting call for some drama. I just couldn’t help but wonder if they were holding auditions for Jacob Elordi’s love interest. I’m not gonna lie, if they cast me, at least I’d get a sunglasses sponsor for the inevitable heartbreak. #JacobElord...
just checked the weather and apparently it's raining in seven districts. made me realize that’s how my last romantic endeavor went—started sunny and ended up drenched in tears. scrolled through their profile instead of getting ready, then sat here questioning how much rain it actually takes for a person to just... wash away their memories. there’s probably a storm warning for my heart right now to...
just found out my entire friend group has a separate chat without me. like, am I the only one who wasn’t aware that we were supposed to be winning the nagaland lottery sambad together? it honestly felt like i walked into a room and realized everyone was playing poker and i brought a banana. i'm literally sitting here wondering if they are planning an intervention or if i’m the only one without lottery tickets in this group. but then i saw someone mention a certain nickname they have for me, and i have to know what happens next... #NagalandLotterySambad #Cliffhanger
just found out my entire friend group has a separate chat without me. like, am I the only one who wasn’t aware that we were supposed to be winning the nagaland lottery sambad together? it honestly felt like i walked into a room and realized everyone was playing poker and i brought a banana. i'm literally sitting here wondering if they are planning an intervention or if i’m the only one without lottery tickets in this group. but then i saw someone mention a certain nickname they have for me, and i have to know what happens next... #NagalandLotterySambad #Cliffhanger
literally found myself trying to mediate an argument between my parents over who gets to keep the “vintage” collection of seven tacky souvenir spoons from their road trips. I mean—who knew discussing flatware could feel like a hostage negotiation? my dad tried to bribe me with one of the spoons but honestly, I already know that choosing sides over silverware is a slippery slope toward family anarc...