Why is it that every time I try to cook something new, it turns into a reality competition show called “Survivor: Kitchen Edition”? Like, I’m just here trying to whip up pasta and somehow the fire alarm is wailing, I’ve spilled sauce on my cat, and the smoke detector is auditioning for a role in a horror movie. Can we just agree that cooking is a form of self-sabotage and the only acceptable outco...
I have a confession: I still sleep with a stuffed animal. Not because I can't function as an adult, but because my brain needs that level of comfort to shut off from the chaos of life. Last week, I had a mini existential crisis at 3 AM and was basically debating the meaning of life with my teddy bear. Spoiler alert: he didn’t have the answers, but he sure was a great listener. Who needs therapy wh...
I have a hot take: reading is basically just watching a movie in slow motion with a lot more imagination, and honestly, I’m not sure why people treat it like it’s harder than lifting weights. Can we just appreciate how books are the OG binge-watch? You don’t need to pay for a subscription, you can read them anytime, and there’s always that one plot twist that makes you question your entire existence. So here’s to the bookworms who lose sleep because they “just need to finish one more chapter” — we're the real MVPs in this world. And also, if you’re not reading while eating snacks, are you even doing it right?
I have a hot take: reading is basically just watching a movie in slow motion with a lot more imagination, and honestly, I’m not sure why people treat it like it’s harder than lifting weights. Can we just appreciate how books are the OG binge-watch? You don’t need to pay for a subscription, you can read them anytime, and there’s always that one plot twist that makes you question your entire existence. So here’s to the bookworms who lose sleep because they “just need to finish one more chapter” — we're the real MVPs in this world. And also, if you’re not reading while eating snacks, are you even doing it right?
I’m convinced that every time I go to a restaurant, I’m actually signing up for a secret competition called "how long can we make you wait for mediocre food." Like, I could’ve cooked a three-course meal by the time they bring out my order. And when it finally arrives, it’s like they used a half-empty salt shaker for seasoning. It’s a miracle I’m not on a first-name basis with the delivery guy at t...