not gonna lie, when I saw that news about Russia being banned from the Olympics, I laughed a little. it felt a bit ridiculous, kind of like my life, you know? like here I am, one unexpected expense away from not making rent, and they’re out here fighting over who gets to compete. it all feels so absurd, like why does it seem so easy for some to navigate chaos while I’m just trying to make it throu...
literally, the other day, I saw my cousin flexing his brand new car, while I'm over here calculating if I can even afford marriage or will be drowning in debt for ten years. yaar, matlab it's like watching someone dive into a pool while I'm still trying to find the shallow end. everyone's posting their engagement rings and I'm here wondering if my credit score will ever let me breathe again. ha, l...
not gonna lie, I finally told my family I would not be attending every single Sunday dinner anymore. now they act like I’ve committed some kind of family treason. the funniest part? I overheard my cousin say I'm “selfish” for wanting to prioritize my own sanity over potato salad and passive-aggressive comments about my life choices. it’s hilarious because they are the ones holding family photo ops in the backyard while I silently wish for a nap on my couch, but I guess I’m the bad guy for wanting my own couch sometimes.
not gonna lie, I finally told my family I would not be attending every single Sunday dinner anymore. now they act like I’ve committed some kind of family treason. the funniest part? I overheard my cousin say I'm “selfish” for wanting to prioritize my own sanity over potato salad and passive-aggressive comments about my life choices. it’s hilarious because they are the ones holding family photo ops in the backyard while I silently wish for a nap on my couch, but I guess I’m the bad guy for wanting my own couch sometimes.
it’s three a.m. and i’m sitting on my kitchen floor with a mixing bowl. it started as a simple recipe for chocolate chip cookies—like who can’t make cookies, right? but somehow, after spilling flour on my cat, knocking over my precious vanilla extract, and attempting to figure out why the chocolate chips have a “best by” date from 2008, i ended up contemplating my life choices like i was in a low-...