Category: #relatable chaos
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The Customer Service Chronicles
(aka: Why I Clench My Jaw in My Sleep) There’s a special place in the universe for people who work in customer service.Not heaven, not hell — just a weird in-between dimension where you answer emails while questioning your life choices. My days are spent in chat windows and inboxes, typing like I’m defusing a…
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My Toxic Trait Is Thinking I Have Time
Every day starts the same way:me, confidently hitting snooze again and again like I’m on island time — except I’m not. I convince myself those extra nine minutes will somehow change the trajectory of my life.Spoiler: they do not. By the time I finally roll out of bed, I’ve entered the delusional optimism phase —…
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The Group Chat Is My Therapist
You ever start typing “not me spiraling but…”and suddenly you’re trauma-dumping into a 3-way chat with women who should honestly be billing you hourly? Same, mama. Same. The group chat is where I go to process every emotion I don’t have the insurance for.We don’t do copays — we do memes, unsolicited advice,and share our…
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A Completely Normal Meltdown Over Absolutely Nothing
It all started with a text.A perfectly harmless, everyday text —except my brain decided it wasn’t. It read:“Ok.” That was it.Just Ok.No exclamation point.No emoji.Just dry… like dry toast —and yes, said in the Greek accent from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Immediately, I had questions: Why the attitude?What did I do?Is this where EVERYTHING…
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Plot Twist: Welcome to the Chaos
Plot twist: she started a blog.Because apparently sharing my thoughts with random strangers and talking to myself just wasn’t enough. If you’re here, congratulations — you’ve stumbled into the beautiful mess where we laugh through the struggle, hype each other up, and pretend we’re not Googling our symptoms every other day. This isn’t a self-help…
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Your Permission Slip to Be Extra
You know that voice inside that says, “Do it — who gon’ check you, boo?”The one we were told to silence because it made us “too dramática.” Plot twist: too much is the correct dosage. Wear the dress that makes people blink twice.Book the spontaneous weekend trip.Order the sparkliest drink just to remind yourself you…
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We Don’t Do Perfect Here
Perfection is boring.Predictable.And honestly… exhausting. Real life is tripping over absolutely nothing, laughing so you don’t cry, and then pretending it was totally part of the choreography. The best stories come from the chaos —the “yo, for real?” moments, 🤦🏽♀️the plot twists no one ordered,and the questionable decisions we’ll laugh about later(laugh, cry…same thing). We’re…
Chaos and Charm 