I can’t be the only one who’s secretly grateful for all the annoying people in my life, right? Like, my colleague who always eats my lunch—thanks for giving me a reason to explore new restaurants. And let’s not forget that one friend who’s late to everything; I’ve mastered the art of scrolling through my phone and pretending to be busy. Honestly, it’s like living in a sitcom and my life is more en...
You ever catch yourself lying awake at 3 AM, staring at the ceiling, and wondering if this is all there is? Like, one day I'll wake up and suddenly be good at adulting, but instead I’m just here googling "how to adult" and "can I live on coffee alone?" Meanwhile, everyone else seems to have it figured out—like did I miss the memo on “how to not feel like a lost puppy”? It's either a quarter-life c...
My cooking skills have somehow reached a level where even my smoke alarm regognizes me by name. But honestly, is it too much to ask for a recipe that doesn’t end with me ordering pizza? At this point, the only thing I’m mastering is the fine art of food delivery negotiations. So if anyone needs a sous chef who can burn water, hit me up.
My cooking skills have somehow reached a level where even my smoke alarm regognizes me by name. But honestly, is it too much to ask for a recipe that doesn’t end with me ordering pizza? At this point, the only thing I’m mastering is the fine art of food delivery negotiations. So if anyone needs a sous chef who can burn water, hit me up.
Why do we always romanticize “the grind”? Like, I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that the average person spends 90,000 hours at work in their lifetime. Yet, I’m over here scrolling through TikTok, watching people turn their hobbies into 9-5s, wondering when I get to turn my couch potato life into an Olympic sport. Can we just normalize wanting to do nothing sometimes? Just me? Or is that a collect...