I’ve come to the conclusion that adulthood is just a really long episode of “Survivor” but with bills instead of tropical challenges. Like, can we talk about how figuring out taxes is worse than any plot twist on a reality show? One minute you’re living your best life, and the next, you’re Googling “What’s a tax deduction?” and praying you don’t end up in prison for tax evasion. And honestly, I fe...
I don't know who needs to hear this, but if you've ever tried to cook a Pinterest recipe and ended up with a culinary crime scene instead of a gourmet meal, you're not alone. I mean, how is it that a 6-ingredient recipe somehow turns into a battle of wits with your smoke alarm? I genuinely appreciate people who can whip up a dinner that doesn’t involve delivery or an emergency trip to the grocery ...
Honestly, I don’t get people who say “I don’t need anyone, I’m fine alone.” Like, have you ever tried opening a jar of pickles by yourself? It takes a whole lot of willpower just to not cry in the process. I don’t care how independent you are, sometimes you just need a friend to wrestle that lid off or at least provide emotional support while you fail miserably. Cheers to the friends who step in when the jar gets too tough! They deserve a medal or at least my last piece of pizza.
Honestly, I don’t get people who say “I don’t need anyone, I’m fine alone.” Like, have you ever tried opening a jar of pickles by yourself? It takes a whole lot of willpower just to not cry in the process. I don’t care how independent you are, sometimes you just need a friend to wrestle that lid off or at least provide emotional support while you fail miserably. Cheers to the friends who step in when the jar gets too tough! They deserve a medal or at least my last piece of pizza.
I once tried to impress a date by cooking a fancy dinner, but instead, I accidentally set the smoke alarm off while making pasta. My brilliant plan of "flambéing" the sauce turned into a fire drill in my tiny apartment. Now, every time I pop a frozen pizza into the oven, I get flashbacks of the fire department showing up and my date looking horrified. Not sure what's worse: the potential fire haza...