Daily Post Prompt: A Pulitzer-winning reporter is writing an in-depth piece – about you. What are the three questions you really hope she doesn’t ask you?
- What was your annual salary last year?
- If you have to purchase an item from QVC, but you can only choose one item, what would you purchase?
- Hypothetically speaking, if I was a serial killer, what would be your least favorite way for me to murder you? (Purely hypothetical, of course…)
You do know that when alarms are ringing, that’s generally indication of an emergency, right? If alarms are ringing in your head while someone is pleasuring you, maybe that’s a sign that you’re supposed to evacuate…
You know that comedic story type, where things just keep getting worse & worse, and you assume something awesome will happen near the end to save the story, but instead, it gets still worse? That has been my life lately.
Between my car repairs, pending grad school payments, the trip recently made to Indiana that I couldn’t afford, more car repairs, and the fact that I’m probably not going to get the job I applied for that seemed a good possibility, I’m kind of praying that I just drop dead somewhere.
Also, I’m sitting in a cafe because my boyfriend hates me, and there is a deluge of rain outside.
Also, I don’t even know if I used the phrase “Rabbit Hole” correctly, but I’m not changing it.
…tears apart a beautiful love affair.