My creative writing prof keeps giving us some lame and predictable writing prompts to choose from. I get more ideas from shitpostgenerator and I don’t regret that.
Aries: The squad leader with questionable judgement Taurus: The squad idiot
Gemini: The squad heart-throb
Cancer: The precious cinnamon roll
Leo: Best part of the squad tbh
Virgo: The reason the squad still exists
Libra: No one knows how or why they are part of the squad but also no one talks about it aka the elephant in the squad
Scorpio: The one who has dated everyone in the squad including themselves
Sagittarius: The reason the squad is dysfunctional
Capricorn: Satan
Aquarius: The silent, brooding squad member
Pisces: Was kicked out of the squad years ago
I’m “Satan” and my boyfriend is “The precious cinnamon roll”.
My cousin got married without telling anyone and he’d only known the girl for four months before. They’ve posted a ton of pictures on Facebook of their wedding (only the bride’s family is present because they didn’t tell our side of the family) and everyone is writing “congrats!” “so proud!” blah blah blah.
The internet makes everyone capable of being incredibly fake and it’s both fascinating and disgusting.
Today at work I had three girls ask if I was bi and single.
That’s a new record. Because I get hit on by a LOT more girls than guys lately.
One of them was sort of prompted because she was the friend of a coworker and we got into a short convo about KorrAsami, but the other two??? Idk maybe I’m sending out vibes I’m not even aware of.
Celtic Woman’s “Harry’s Game” will forever and always remind me of computer programming because Celtic Woman was pretty much the ONLY music I had on my PC and I played their albums pretty much non-stop…
Oh my God, your tags said Enya and Linkin Park as well.
I had a coworker slam her hand against the counter the other day and proclaim that she finally realized whom I look like.
Lorde.
She is the sixth person, on separate occasions unrelated to each other, to say I look like Lorde.
Anyway, now this coworker sings Lorde songs around me all the time and one day I’m going to sing along not realizing it (because I sing a lot at work it keeps me from damning everyone) and it will bring her immense satisfaction.
A (relation unknown) relative my family has recently reconnected with, and whom I’ve only met twice, sent me a Facebook message to “like” a “Heavy Metal-Death Metal-Hardcore” band’s page because “they seem like my kind of beat”.
Note: I never once mentioned what kind of music I like, this is something he gleaned from my PERSONALITY.
Yeah I’m officially old. I woke up with an incredibly sore back and could barely get out of bed. I’ve spent all morning trying to stretch it out and took ibuprofen but it didn’t do much.
1) I swear to fucking god I have to do everything in this house 2) No it’s okay I’ll do it myself 3) If I have to ask you one more time I’m gonna lose it
4) We’re having leftovers for dinner
5) Why did you eat the leftovers for lunch now we have no dinner
6) Now don’t eat all of this tonight save some for leftovers
imagine if china, while they’re up on the moon, decides to knock down the US flag or whatever just to say ‘screw you’ and its like, what are we gonna do? spend a couple million just to fly some craft up to the moon and re-erect the flag? the whole scenario would be petty and that’s hilarious
i have lived in america my entire life and i am 100% sure we would do exactly that
