wait, so my toxic coworker just got promoted and now they are my boss? that’s rich. i always practiced telling them off in my head, and now i have to take orders like i'm part of their personal minion army. meanwhile, they probably think they’re as valuable as al-qadisiyah versus al-hilal. spoiler alert: nobody really cares, and deep down, we’re all just praying for the same fate as that underdog ...
not gonna lie, ever since that whole #NataliePortman thing went down, I've fully embraced the version of myself that bakes in a toxic workplace. it’s less “sparkly superhero” and more “wearing an apron while crying into a bowl of cookie dough.” I signed up for the baking competition at work to pretend I’m sweet and unproblematic, but really I’m just plotting to sabotage Linda’s double-chocolate fu...
it's not that i have a crush on my ceramic tea set. it's just that the way it holds warmth makes me feel more loved than my actual family does. i spent an hour drafting a message to my sister, asking if she could stop bringing over her sad houseplants that mock me with their thriving greenery. my tea set would definitely choose me over those succulents.
it's not that i have a crush on my ceramic tea set. it's just that the way it holds warmth makes me feel more loved than my actual family does. i spent an hour drafting a message to my sister, asking if she could stop bringing over her sad houseplants that mock me with their thriving greenery. my tea set would definitely choose me over those succulents.
wait, so I have this hobby of collecting antique spoons, right? two years ago, my sibling borrowed one—my prized 1860 Victorian silver spoon—claiming it was for “one night only,” like they were using it in a high-stakes spoon-off or something. flash forward to now, I’m convinced it’s an elaborate government experiment to see how many of us are just too polite to ask for our stuff back, but here I ...