You ever notice how everyone suddenly becomes a self-proclaimed travel expert whenever you mention planning a trip? Like, thanks for the unsolicited advice, Karen, but I don’t need tips on “great local spots” from someone who thinks a weekend in Vegas counts as cultural immersion. I’m just trying to survive the airport security line without losing my sanity or my shoes. Can we just agree that trav...
I just have to say, isn’t it wild that we spend our whole lives chasing success, but then we end up just wanting to sit on our couch and binge-watch reality TV? Like, I had big dreams, but here I am, deeply invested in which contestant will get sent home on a show that didn’t even exist a week ago. Is this what adulthood is? Literally turning into my own version of a Netflix potato? Spill the tea ...
I honestly have to give a shoutout to my barista, who somehow remembers my order even when I can barely remember my own name on Mondays. Like, how? I walk in looking like I just crawled out of a horror movie, and she still greets me with a smile and my usual “extra shots of caffeine and a sprinkle of hope.” Meanwhile, I’m just trying to keep my life from resembling a disaster movie. She deserves a medal or at least a lifetime supply of her favorite snacks. Anyone else have that one person who makes your mundane mornings a little less chaotic?
I honestly have to give a shoutout to my barista, who somehow remembers my order even when I can barely remember my own name on Mondays. Like, how? I walk in looking like I just crawled out of a horror movie, and she still greets me with a smile and my usual “extra shots of caffeine and a sprinkle of hope.” Meanwhile, I’m just trying to keep my life from resembling a disaster movie. She deserves a medal or at least a lifetime supply of her favorite snacks. Anyone else have that one person who makes your mundane mornings a little less chaotic?
Why is it that every time I decide to really get into a new hobby, like painting, I end up with more paint on my clothes than on the canvas? Honestly, my wardrobe is starting to look like a Jackson Pollock piece. And don’t even get me started on how my ‘artistic expression’ looks more like advanced finger painting. Can we just agree that DIY projects are 90% failures and 10% Instagramable moments?...