Wednesday Memes Novels & Stories

I had seen a photo on Sharon's desk—a birthday picture of her and Mark. Every year on his birthday, he would leave and tell me it was his one day to escape and clear his mind. I would wait until after 6 a.m. the next day to send him a birthday message. I finally realized it was not about clearing his mind but about spending his birthday with the person he wanted to be with. I went back to Andy's place with my stuff. He excitedly asked what kind of wedding dress I wanted.

Send videos of cats being jerks and drunks doing something stupid. But it was Wednesday night, and they had not shared a single snap. Not one meme. Matt stared at his phone in the darkness of his room. His laptop screen showing Stephanie dressed as a naughty nurse for last year's Halloween being the only light in his room. 'Great fuck last week. Looking forward to Saturday.'

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.