Whispering Walls: Confession Stories
My Cat Ate My Homework
I'm not a morning person. I mean, who is, really? I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed, and stagger to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. That's when I see it: a trail of crumbs leading from the kitchen to my bedroom. My cat, Mr. Whiskers, is sitting on my bed, surrounded by a sea of shredded paper and a few scraps of what used to be my math homework.
I try to be mad, but it's hard to stay mad at Mr. Whiskers. He's just so... innocent. Like he's never done anything wrong in his life. But I know the truth: he's a sneaky little furball.
I guess you could say I'm a little guilty of neglecting Mr. Whiskers.
My Socks Disagreed
It started with small things. A lone sock here, a lone sock there. I'd find them in the washing machine, or under the bed. I thought it was just a phase, that the socks would eventually settle their differences and be reunited. But no, they've been at odds for weeks now.
It's gotten to the point where I'm just throwing away whole socks. It's like, who needs matching socks, right?
My Fridge is a Monster
Whispering Walls: Confession Stories
Whispering Walls: Confession Stories
My Fridge is a Monster
I'm not saying it's sentient or anything... but my fridge is definitely out of control. It's like it's feeding on my snacks. I'll open the door, and it's like a vacuum has sucked everything in, leaving nothing but a few sad, lonely lettuce leaves behind.
I've tried everything to tame it: cleaning, reorganizing, even putting in a 'Do Not Eat' sign. But it just won't stop eating. I'm starting to think it's not just a fridge, but a fridge-dragon, hoarding all my snacks and growing stronger by the day.
I guess you could say I'm a little guilty of under-feeding my fridge.
My Socks Disagreed
It started with small things. A lone sock here, a lone sock there. I'd find them in the washing machine, or under the bed. I thought it was just a phase, that the socks would eventually settle their differences and be reunited. But no, they've been at odds for weeks now.
It's gotten to the point where I'm just throwing away whole socks. It's like, who needs matching socks, right?
Whispering Walls: Confession Stories
My Fridge is a Monster
I'm not saying it's sentient or anything... but my fridge is definitely out of control. It's like it's feeding on my snacks. I'll open the door, and it's like a vacuum has sucked everything in, leaving nothing but a few sad, lonely lettuce leaves behind.
I've tried everything to tame it: cleaning, reorganizing, even putting in a 'Do Not Eat' sign. But it just won't stop eating. I'm starting to think it's not just a fridge, but a fridge-dragon, hoarding all my snacks and growing stronger by the day.
I guess you could say I'm a little guilty of under-feeding my fridge.
My Socks Disagreed
It started with small things. A lone sock here, a lone sock there. I'd find them in the washing machine, or under the bed. I thought it was just a phase, that the socks would eventually settle their differences and be reunited. But no, they've been at odds for weeks now.
It's gotten to the point where I'm just throwing away whole socks. It's like, who needs matching socks, right?