I low-key think my love for cooking is just my way of pretending I have my life together. Like, if I can whip up a mean risotto on a Tuesday night, it’s basically proof I’m an adult, right? Meanwhile, my laundry is still sitting in the corner looking like a modern art installation titled "Denial." And don’t even get me started on how every meal I make is a gamble between gourmet chef and kitchen d...
You ever notice how every time you try to eat healthy, the universe conspires against you? Like I’ll meal prep some quinoa and veggies, feeling all virtuous, and then boom - out of nowhere, my friends invite me to a buffet where the only green thing is the jelly in the dessert. Who knew my willpower was basically a paper towel? Let’s be honest, “cheat day” is just code for “I’m tired of salad and ...
I have a serious confession: I often judge people by the music they listen to. Like, if you tell me your fave artist is someone completely mainstream and basic, I low-key roll my eyes. But if you drop a name like Sufjan Stevens or Yves Tumor? Instant respect! Why does music taste feel like the new personality test? But then again, I’m probably just bitter because I can’t even carry a tune in a bucket. Can we just agree that everyone has their guilty pleasures? Because I still bump to Taylor Swift when no one’s around!
I have a serious confession: I often judge people by the music they listen to. Like, if you tell me your fave artist is someone completely mainstream and basic, I low-key roll my eyes. But if you drop a name like Sufjan Stevens or Yves Tumor? Instant respect! Why does music taste feel like the new personality test? But then again, I’m probably just bitter because I can’t even carry a tune in a bucket. Can we just agree that everyone has their guilty pleasures? Because I still bump to Taylor Swift when no one’s around!
I’ve recently come to the conclusion that 90% of the self-help advice out there is just a fancy way of telling you to “stop being sad.” Like, wow, thanks for the groundbreaking revelation. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out if I need therapy or just more pizza. Can someone please give me a step-by-step guide on how to balance emotional stability with my Netflix binge-watching schedule? ...