literally just stared at my empty fridge wondering if i should start a crowdfunding campaign for my grocery fund. saw the news about the क्रिकेट विश्व कप and thought, at least Bangladesh is not alone in letting down their fans. here i am, praying for a miracle like those cricket players, but my biggest pitch is to convince myself to eat my old, sad condiments for dinner again. #20 #adultingisafail...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 4 of 4 I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s a joke, right? You’re just pretending to be this rich, perfect princess?” Her eyes widen, and for a moment, I see something flicker there. Fear? "What are you talking about?" she snaps back, but her voice wavers. “How much was it?” I thrust the crumple...
just found out my coworker is taking credit for the floral arrangement ideas i suggested for the office—didn’t they notice i also bought a five-dollar cactus from a random gas station and named it Fred? why am i still letting this happen? as i silently plot my revenge while making eye contact with my succulents, i’m left wondering—should i just rename it the “survivor of bad ideas” plant and let the irony grow?
just found out my coworker is taking credit for the floral arrangement ideas i suggested for the office—didn’t they notice i also bought a five-dollar cactus from a random gas station and named it Fred? why am i still letting this happen? as i silently plot my revenge while making eye contact with my succulents, i’m left wondering—should i just rename it the “survivor of bad ideas” plant and let the irony grow?
the way that i just played therapist for my parents during this chaotic season of impending divorce feels like i am living in a sitcom but without the laugh track. one minute, i am dodging a rainstorm, the next, they are bickering about who left the heating on, while i’m secretly worried about what kind of cold i’ll be dealing with when i become a full-time mediator for two people who don't know h...