F8L

I tried to cook dinner. It was like a war zone. My taste buds are now POWs.

That job interview was an F8L. I walked in like a king. I walked out like a used towel.

Going to the mall on a Saturday is an F8L. I lost my soul in the shoe section.

My dating life is an F8L. I’ve gone from ‘I love you’ to ‘I’m going to kill you.’

That road trip was an F8L. The car broke down. The GPS lied. My sanity took a nap.

Trying to explain my life choices to my mom is an F8L. She just stares at me like I’m a ghost.

That group project was an F8L. I had to do 90% of the work while my partner napped.

My morning routine is an F8L. My coffee is weak. My hair is wild. My soul is missing.

Trying to fit all my clothes into my suitcase was an F8L. I had to cut my shirt with a butter knife.

That dating app match was an F8L. He asked me if I had a pet. I said yes. He asked if it was a goldfish. I said no. He asked if it was a raccoon. I said no. He asked if it was a ghost. I said yes.

My attempt to be cool was an F8L. I wore a hat inside. I got called out by my teacher. I got called out by my mom.

That weekend was an F8L. I went to a concert. I got stuck in traffic. I got stuck in a bathroom.

That pizza delivery was an F8L. I got the wrong order. It was cold. It had mold.

That quiz show was an F8L. I knew the answers. I was too nervous to say them.

That weekend getaway was an F8L. I got lost. I ran out of snacks. I got stuck with my brother.