So here’s the thing: I just finished a book that everyone raved about, and it was... an absolute snoozefest. I literally felt like I was prying my eyelids open during the last few chapters. At this point, I’m convinced some book clubs just like to gather and pretend they understand the author’s “deep” metaphors about the color of a cat's fur representing existential dread. Meanwhile, I'm just here...
Is it just me or does anyone else feel like adulting is basically just Googling how to do things you should have learned in school? I mean, I’m over here trying to figure out taxes like it’s a boss level in a video game. How did we not get a class on "How to Not Cry When Opening Your Bank Statement"? Who decided that's not important?
I was scrolling through my old playlist and realized something shocking: my taste in music is basically a time capsule of awful decisions. I mean, who was I fooling with those early 2000s boy bands? I’m still shocked I managed to escape my teenage years without joining a fan club. But hey, if those cringe-worthy jams pop up at a party, I’ll be the one belting out the lyrics with all the confidence of a Grammy winner. Lessons learned: if you can't laugh at your past self, are you even living?
I was scrolling through my old playlist and realized something shocking: my taste in music is basically a time capsule of awful decisions. I mean, who was I fooling with those early 2000s boy bands? I’m still shocked I managed to escape my teenage years without joining a fan club. But hey, if those cringe-worthy jams pop up at a party, I’ll be the one belting out the lyrics with all the confidence of a Grammy winner. Lessons learned: if you can't laugh at your past self, are you even living?
Honestly, it’s wild how the same people who ghost you during a text convo are the same ones who’ll drop everything to help you move—even though you barely know them. Like, I’m already stressed about my couch not fitting through the door, and now I’ve also got to explain why I still have a box labeled “college memories” in my apartment. Is this friendship or a covert mission? Either way, I apprecia...